<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:50:18.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhh!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7123467024758413357</id><published>2009-04-11T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:37:52.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've missed alot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO THOSE WHO STILL DON'T KNOW:&lt;br /&gt;i've moved to&lt;br /&gt;http://brainy-villain.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you've missed alot.&lt;br /&gt;see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7123467024758413357?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7123467024758413357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7123467024758413357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7123467024758413357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7123467024758413357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2009/04/youve-missed-alot.html' title='you&apos;ve missed alot.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7773760515420719391</id><published>2009-01-22T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:55:52.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>special special</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-589cf60783947ace" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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(:&lt;br /&gt;aft more than half a year of owning the guitar without touching it, i'm now learning how to play the guitar for proper (:&lt;br /&gt;so this is for my bestie, Awaliah, my moyang yang and still my baby no matter how many times she denounced herself from being my baby. Have a fun and save journey yeah! I'll miss you. Anyway yang, remember last night u said when can i play the guitar for you face to face since we'll nt be meeting each other for long, and then i said i've a surprise for you, this is it. Hope you like it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now i met up with Baby. After at least 3 rough days, he came up to me under my block with two white roses. Sigh I love you Faiz. Sweet baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SXiHiHCjHkI/AAAAAAAAASY/A1oE6FrIiGA/s1600-h/IMG_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SXiHiHCjHkI/AAAAAAAAASY/A1oE6FrIiGA/s400/IMG_0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294130382049058370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whiterose, it signifies pureness of a newly formed bond between lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to Causeway Point and watched Inkheart, a really really nice movie (: And then we went to Pang Sua Reservoir also known as Bukit Panjang Reservoir, the tasik.(: And then as usual he send me home. We rushed thinking that there's ngaji today, but NO, it was cancelled. Tsk. And then Baby head off to Baim's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby's sick. Sigh, you didn't tell me it was that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7773760515420719391?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=589cf60783947ace&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7773760515420719391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7773760515420719391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7773760515420719391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7773760515420719391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2009/01/special-special.html' title='special special'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SXiHiHCjHkI/AAAAAAAAASY/A1oE6FrIiGA/s72-c/IMG_0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2479611808429778943</id><published>2009-01-17T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:14:26.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 1 month (and a day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SXHKcsLjQZI/AAAAAAAAARo/lANDcaVvxCc/s400/IMG_0144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292233631381799314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and you and you and me&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be&lt;br /&gt;The only one for me is you, and you for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So happy together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, yesterday was my one month and one day anniversary with Faiz. Firstly we went to Botanic Gardens. My my, it was uber tiring. Walking uphill, under a scorching hot sun.. Haha, but hell; we did have a great time there. Baby was being the photographer of the day, trying to steal my dream title away from me, which he really did, tsk. Nevermindddd xP We fed fishes! (: Okay, how romantic. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Korg pena buat, pena buat? Fish pat dalam tasik tau, bukan dalam tank. Hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;And then, we, dressed up as how we dressed up when we first dated, went to the place where we first dated, Kallang, to unofficially end our 1 month celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SXHRC6yM30I/AAAAAAAAARw/PWZOIETrtGA/s400/IMG_0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292240885206802242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nevermind the squeaking of rats and the leaping of a frog, there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; place. Sigh, however, after the date unofficially ended, it was mostly tears and exasperation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,not really tears &lt;/span&gt;of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; exasperation, but tears &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exasperation. &lt;/span&gt;Well, it started out as me being late. I was supposed to be home at around 9, latest 10. However, it was already 9 when we walked off from Kallang.&lt;br /&gt;So first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worthy of tears:&lt;/span&gt; I had to abruptly end the date, he was upset, i was just so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The exasperation part:&lt;/span&gt; Bus 11 was painfully slow, and clock was ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Combination of both:&lt;/span&gt; I was pissed and cranky, he was upset to the power of two to see me in a cranky mood on our first month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End result:&lt;/span&gt; Tears and exasperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Main cause:&lt;/span&gt; Me.&lt;br /&gt;Then, both of us just shut up. We didnt talk for long, like what? at least 20 minutes or so. I was still moody and in a very cranky mood. Very very very cranky mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then secondly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worthy of tears: &lt;/span&gt;He nudged me (we were not talking, remember) and handed his phone over. There, he typed (at the new sms screen) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sad.. our one month and ure filled with anger and hatred.. )':" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exasperation: &lt;/span&gt;I was really really guilty. However, I cant make myself to talk to him. I typed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry it didnt turn out the way we wanted".&lt;/span&gt; And like what it seemed forever, he typed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's ok.. I love you.. Dear, cool down" &lt;/span&gt;And pang! It came to me like a hard slap; he put up with all my nonsense and there I was being irrational and cranky on ouuur first month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End result: &lt;/span&gt;I was filled with guilt, I cried. He saw me crying, tried to console me, however i felt more guilty and cried more, he felt helpless i guess, he cried too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Main cause: &lt;/span&gt;Congratulations to me.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, well, it's not a sad ending, we kinda consoled each other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and fuck to think of it, he was the one who comforted me, I DID NOT. shit you ain) &lt;/span&gt;and he cracked a joke, i cracked mine, we laughed. And then took a cab home from CCK. (: Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and sometimes i wonder, why did he even bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digression;&lt;br /&gt;Results are out. It wasn't really fantastic. But whateverr..&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope I'll get YJC. The reason why I didnt choose JJC even though I can was because I was afraid that I cant cope with their system. Besides, YJC provides the freedom of subject combination. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is it,&lt;br /&gt;the abrupt end.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2479611808429778943?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2479611808429778943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2479611808429778943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2479611808429778943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2479611808429778943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-1-month-and-day.html' title='happy 1 month (and a day)'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SXHKcsLjQZI/AAAAAAAAARo/lANDcaVvxCc/s72-c/IMG_0144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-4284770826580796621</id><published>2009-01-09T03:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:06:49.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love&amp;miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SWZVdVzlzRI/AAAAAAAAARg/hDEFittXEnM/s1600-h/IMG_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SWZVdVzlzRI/AAAAAAAAARg/hDEFittXEnM/s400/IMG_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289008774951324946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My darlingsayangbestiegirlfriend&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babymoyang. &lt;/span&gt;I love her alot.  I miss her toooos! Well, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank &lt;/span&gt;God who brought us together. Fated (: Can you believe it, our birthdays are like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a day apart of each other. &lt;/span&gt;She was born on the 19th of August, 1992. I was born on th 20th of August, 1992. And here I go again: How do I meet Awaliah. The first time we met each other was in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jurong East Library. &lt;/span&gt;She was with her Ex boyfie, I was alone. She walked past me, I looked up, we exchanged smiles. (Just recently, both of us found out t hat each secretly wanted to befriend each other that day.) Coincidentally, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or what we say, just fated, &lt;/span&gt;we sat next to each other in the library the next day. She was with Faraliza, I was with Amirul, Murhani and Adawiyah. She offered us mentos. We talked, exchanged numbers. That night, we started sms-ing each other, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot.  &lt;/span&gt;And through the minutes and days, we bonded. Here we are, moyang Awaliah, and nenek A'in; babies at heart. (: I love you okay girl. Let's make this deal, we'll survive as long as we can, if not, forever (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SWZVdf6j_CI/AAAAAAAAARY/FAHMUFn6k7M/s1600-h/IMG_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SWZVdf6j_CI/AAAAAAAAARY/FAHMUFn6k7M/s400/IMG_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289008777664920610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say Hello to my badot buddylove! Hey budd, I was really touched when you did whatever you could to meet me even for a chippy while just now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This guy here actually risked being late for his test just to meet me for 3 minutes, i feel like smacking you bud! &lt;/span&gt;And this guy here also did whatever he could to make me smile when I was in my major snappy and moody self. Budddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.. The band manager or Devout Recital, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really reallly AWESOME &lt;/span&gt;band. Seriously (: .. I don't mind risking * ..... * to say this. I miss you laaaaaaa. You and your taking care &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siols. &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SWZVdSZm3bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tDSPBvHJvsk/s1600-h/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SWZVdSZm3bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tDSPBvHJvsk/s400/IMG_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289008774037036466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say hello to Faiz. My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love. &lt;/span&gt;Well, initially, being with him had resulted in major friendship issues that are, sadly, gonecase now. I almost gave up. I did.. I wanted to back off, as what I said in my previous post which was almost a month ago. Well.. I'm with him now. I am. Whether you like it or not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, I know things are not turning up well for you. It affects us  too, undeniably. But hell, it only affects us physically kan? I swear to God, I don't mind sacrificing a little. Tidak menyusahkan, really. &lt;/span&gt;The special times we share. Especially thaaat night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's better left unknown to the public, or it won't be &lt;/span&gt;that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-4284770826580796621?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/4284770826580796621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=4284770826580796621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4284770826580796621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4284770826580796621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you.html' title='i love&amp;miss you.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SWZVdVzlzRI/AAAAAAAAARg/hDEFittXEnM/s72-c/IMG_0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6094356750744925828</id><published>2008-12-11T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:09:05.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SUDyIYzi5fI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sv61dIxc3rc/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SUDyIYzi5fI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sv61dIxc3rc/s400/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278484989189744114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post was supposed to be published on 11 December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people. Happy thursday. Well i guess not. I've no idea whaat i should do. Should i smile because i'm happy and someone is happy. Or should i cry because i'm unhappy and that someone else in unhappy. Damn it. Having more than 1 person resenting you in less than a week is seriously not something to be happy about. Misunderstandings. Yeah. And why on earth does shiits happen at night? Well yeah. Hmm.. Well, this is hard for me. Really. To the people whom i talked to about this matter, maybe you might understand how i'm feeling right now. Maybe, to some, I am the thief. I know, comparing a friend and myself, that friend is way off deserving than me. Their friendship and bond is way off longer and stronger than mine. Jees. I'm confused. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; are one troubled being, aren't you? Pity you. But like what a friend say, I can't possibly make both of them happy. He said that if I backed off thinking that she'd be happy, she will still remain unhappy and in addition, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; will also be unhappy. And like what another friend say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make the decision that makes you happy.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;i know.. However, if only doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;is as easy as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking &lt;/span&gt;of it. Anyway, to those who are questioning or doubtful of my current status, Nur A'in is still single. I hope that i will not repeat the same mistake as what happened between Rieza and myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl, &lt;/span&gt;I really hope you are doing fine. If you're reading this, i'm really sorry. I really have no idea about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this. &lt;/span&gt;Please do stay as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a happier note, I met my bestfriend today, Baby! Awaliah sayaaang. Baby, i really miss you. Sorry for the misunderstanding yesterday. I was just feeling so emotionally weak. And because it was night time and i am quite wary of night time conflicts. God i miss her. Yesterday, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;texted me saying that I have to meet her friend as she needs to pass something to me via her friend. Well, things got a little suspicious when she said that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; cancel any other plans I have for the day after (today) for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her sake. &lt;/span&gt;So I decided to "call" her up just to listen to the sound of the ringing. And, just like what I suspected it to sound like, it sounds normal. You know, if you happen to call someone in Malaysia, the ringing tone will be different. Hers sounded normal, so ta-da, baby's back! Hahahaha. Ewe ewe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I met Ewe at Choa Chu Kang and we gave each other huge hugs. We then went to LotOne's Cotton On and bought the EXACT same longsleeves tshirts. Haha, clone (: Then we headed to my crib and we watched National Treasure and ate sardine puffs and onion rings. Heh. Anyway, I watched that movie for like ten times, yet, i still find it exciting. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABY I MISS YOOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then my baby went off. Jeez. Sad. My last meeting with her before her trip to Dubai and my trip to Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i'm going to Sabah on the 24 - 28 of December.&lt;br /&gt;Alaaa, if i got enough ka-ching and time to go shopping, i'll buy for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you and yous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6094356750744925828?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6094356750744925828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=6094356750744925828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6094356750744925828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6094356750744925828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-post-was-supposed-to-be-published.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SUDyIYzi5fI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sv61dIxc3rc/s72-c/IMG_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-1548984223311515250</id><published>2008-12-03T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:56:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg sorry la.</title><content type='html'>okay baru 100th post pastu A'in senyap.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY LAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k updates!&lt;br /&gt;this is what happened like almost what happened during the month of november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;november 7 - outing with ewe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestie aka baby and I went to Marina Square on that day.&lt;br /&gt;We were searching for my Prom dress. In the end, i bought a black satin tube at Blossomz which costs 49.90. And then we went to Harbourfront Centre to buy matching gladiators. (hers was brown, mine black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;november 11 - outing with jy zaid and bebeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaid, jy and naj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY, naj and ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaid, a friend of Baim knew where to get a hat for my prom. Junyuan on the other hand wanted to get his bow. Zaid, Jy and I went to Peninsula to get our stuffs. Najihah cancelled her plans with her friend at the eleventh hour and decided to meet me (and indirectly them). They got along really well even though it was their first time meeting each other. We went to Haji Lane, and then Bali Lane and then we went to Orchard. Had a great day. Thanks for the Cadbury chocolates Zaid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;november 18 - prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 228px; height: 304px;" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/prom/IMG_0081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the day the participating BPians were waiting for finally arrived. After a week of panicking on what to where and etc, this was how I looked like (And umm, sakeenah. jeees)&lt;br /&gt;Prom was great. The food was okay. Everyone looked(and still looking) great. You take pictures with people you never really talked to. Everyone was happy. The dancing part was cute and fun. The goodbyes were sad, the hugs were memorable. Well, this was the day we last see each other as uniform schoolmates. For some, I might never ever see them again. (oh wait, we will on the day we get back our O level certs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;november 20 - outing with jy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This outing was seriously unplanned. I was online and was verrrrry bored. Saw my best buddy bitch online. He was bored too. We decided to go Suntec City's bookfest. We umm, took 700 to get to Suntec, which was wrong. We ended up at NOWHERE (Shenton Way) and panicked. We took a completely new(as in we never knew the bus existed) bus to Suntec City. AND JEEZ! The bookfest was soo cheena. Like 3/4 of the whole books there were either in chinese or assesments or some weird shits of paper compiled together (pun intended). Hah, imagine getting lost for THIS. Lol. Jy kept on saying that I was being racist because I kept on saying "What the hell! I dont understand a shiiit!" . Lol. Then we headed to Marina Square and went window shopping plus shopping at Clubmarc. It was on sale (not sure about now). Then we headed to Suntec City's Cotton On. Andddd I saw deeear Sammie there! Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;november 21 - Souls Of Aftermath gig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from the left) Wira - Bassist, Faiz aka Gambit - Guitarist, Mayor - Singer aka Screamer, Zul - Drummer, Baim - Guitarist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Garage at Bugis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied Razanah to Souls of Aftermath's gig with some other bands. The gig was held at Music Garage at Bugis. Hell, the stairs to the place is MURDEROUS. I was really scared that i'd fall and you know, my phobia of stairs will be awaken. But I DID NOOT! Haha. The gig was great. SOA played some songs and two were Blessthefall's songs. They were great, although the soundman didn't do a great soundcheck for them thus affecting their performance (as told by Baim). There were mosh-es. Scary. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;november 25 - outing with baby ewe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from the left) Amalina aka Ames, Awaliah aka Ewe my bestie baby and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vampy! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meet up was my last meet up with my baby before her trip to her kampung at Segamat. Damn! I really miss heeerrrr! JEEES. First we met at Choa Chu Kang. Ewe had to meet this girl for her hoodies. Then we went to LotOne to get Ames's lip stud which she had a hard time putting on and I managed to put it on for her. Ames went off and Baby and I had our date. Hahhaa. We went to Bukit Batok and umm, Ewe heard my oh-my-god-shit high pitch scream for the first time (well, i dont think any of my friends had ever heard that before). What happened was that we were taking pictures at God-knows-where-in-westmal-did-ain-drag-ewe-to. And there was one pic which looks as if there's a thiiiing beside me or infront of ewe (we both have differing ideas on where that thing was). I looked at the picture and i screamed like fuck and Ewe was so shocked. My heart was still pumping even like 5 minutes after the incident. Well, after discussing, we decided that the thiing was just some reflection or dust. Heh. Then I sent Ewe off to her OmniTheatre day with her cousins. I went to JE library for the first time in what-i-think-as-a-month to photocopy some stuffs. LOL. Anddd, i made a friend with the photocopying assistant. LOL! we had a looong talk about Life in SG. Lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;november 26 - ECP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you compare me and my name, you cn see that it was ginormous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyana, Me, Nadiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia, Me, Nadiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was a malay gathering at ECP. It was fun. I brought macaroni. We went for a approximately 4 hours long of cycling. Got home with an aching ass. Hahahaha. It was really really fun. I really look forward to more gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;november 29 - SOA photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from the left) Wira, Zul, Faiz, Baim, Alham, Shikin and Me (not in picture: Mayor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wira, Zul, Faiz, Baim, Alham, Me and Shikin (not in Picture: Mayor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on of the shots i love, (from the left) Wira, Baim, Mayor, Zul and Faiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/IMG_0154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from the left excluding me) Baim, Alham, Wira, Mayor, Faiz, Zul and (if i'm not wrong Man)(not in picture: Shikin)&lt;br /&gt;I was the band's photographer for a day. Razanah couldnt make it on that day. We went to Hort Park and then Vivo and then Haji Lane. It was a tiring day, but seriously, it was greeeeat! Hahaha. Their antics and so on were so interesting. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was the key events happened in November. (actually the days that have photos) LOL. believeee me, there were more happenings but since i didn't snap anything, i cant remember the what, the where, the when, the who and the why.  (the how is not important because it's ALWAYS bus or MRT and forever LRT). Well i'll try to remember any..&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;november 30 - Ummu's Birthday Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to Ummu's birthday party. It was great. Haha. I was kinda late and i lost the invitation card. It was a lucky thing that i saw a crowd of people and spotted a few Bpians. It was really great and fun. Asrul acted like my boyfriend. Hahhaha. It was really great lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm tired. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-1548984223311515250?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1548984223311515250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=1548984223311515250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1548984223311515250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1548984223311515250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-sorry-la.html' title='omg sorry la.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/blog/th_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2037996559434070688</id><published>2008-11-22T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:40:31.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no. 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SSfQf11CivI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kVtfugYHy1I/s400/100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271411134304520946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prom-iscuous night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w224.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/prom/a1e6fb73.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/prom/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a1e6fb73.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w224.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/prom/a12c7172.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/prom/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a12c7172.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;*i'll update post no. 100 soon, im tired*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2037996559434070688?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2037996559434070688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2037996559434070688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2037996559434070688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2037996559434070688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-100.html' title='no. 100'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SSfQf11CivI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kVtfugYHy1I/s72-c/100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7889865912184044579</id><published>2008-11-13T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:23:14.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello yoou!</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;yess hello people.&lt;br /&gt;O'level's over, i'm delighted i must say (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, i did loathe the o'lvls, however, because of it, i made new friends..&lt;br /&gt;During the O's period, i went to library to mug. Firstly, i went to Woodlands Regional Library, the one at Civic Centre, however, after WEEEEEEKS of going there and sitting at a cozy little spot i LOVED, the security guard out of the blue shoo-ed me from my spot! So, feeling a little a lot crestfallen and saddd, i moved to Jurong East Regional Library..&lt;br /&gt;My first week was lonely, i was thhhaaaaat all-black girl sitting at (sometimes weird) spots alone.&lt;br /&gt;And one day, a guy came up to me and asked for 2 dollars change. I had coins, so yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;That's how i met Amirul, the cool art guy who dances and who is just HIMSELF (:&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met more people..&lt;br /&gt;In chrono order:&lt;br /&gt;01) Amirul - cool art guy who's himself&lt;br /&gt;02) Murhani - Amirul's friend&lt;br /&gt;03) Adawiyah - Amirul's friend&lt;br /&gt;04) Awaliah - A really really really nice girl who's just herself and who turns out to be my bestie and bie :)&lt;br /&gt;05) Faraliza - Awaliah's friend who is the visiting-sch girl for HML in my sch&lt;br /&gt;06) Saifuddin - A nice guy who thinks im weird&lt;br /&gt;07) Ykid - A nice guy who's Saifuddin's friend (well, we kinda noticed each other in my during my first lonely wk)&lt;br /&gt;08) Nadzierah - A cuuuuuute girl! Haha, Awaliah, Nadz and me had a laughing fits one day and it lasted for 2 solid hours&lt;br /&gt;09) Iris - My long lost primary school bestie whom i found again&lt;br /&gt;10) Erah - Amirul's cousin who is nice to talk to&lt;br /&gt;11) Ayme - Erah's friend. Nice to talk to too&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's more people whom i don't really talk to, but we do know each other:&lt;br /&gt;12) Amirul's sister - A cool sister who's really boho-babe&lt;br /&gt;13) Pipai - Saifuddin's and Ykid's friend&lt;br /&gt;14) Kamsani - A guy who i pranked (it's Saifuddin's and Ykid's idea!)&lt;br /&gt;15) The guy whom i don't know his name - the guy whom i thought was Ewe's friend and i actually waved at him and actually he was the wrong guy and lol, then we kinda start smiling and nodding and waving at each other&lt;br /&gt;16) Ain - Ewe's friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Jurong East Library.. a place which brings me a lot of memories. both sweet and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;(the bitter part was, if Rieza didn't bring me there, i wouldnt have came there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Rieza..&lt;br /&gt;The guy? He's gone. Really. I'm on my own again. No actually i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I still have my friends. I still have my bestie. I still have myself (:&lt;br /&gt;Well whyyyy did we not work out? like yeah, we were thaaat idealistic couple. thaaaat sweet couple. thaaat cute couple (as said by the Metro ppl). but we WERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Rieza, if you're reading this which i doubt you would, i'll never be by your side, ever. if you really did love me, you would have never done that shit. i forgive you. and fuck, i thought i got over it, shit. but no, i actually cried just 3 days ago when i told what had happened to a friend. and i thought i wouldn't ever cry in public again, but i did. all thanks to you, the self-centered lying guy. let me go. let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and deeeear blog, i really do miss a friend.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7889865912184044579?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7889865912184044579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7889865912184044579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7889865912184044579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7889865912184044579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-yoou.html' title='hello yoou!'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2421450792500452024</id><published>2008-10-13T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:35:42.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omygod.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chemistry Paper II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. woohoo. there's A LOT to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;strong&gt;fights&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;dates&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;stalkers&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;new-friends&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;besties&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOD THE O'LEVELS EXAMINATIONS ARE SOOOO COMING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bangbang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2421450792500452024?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2421450792500452024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2421450792500452024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2421450792500452024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2421450792500452024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/10/omygod.html' title='omygod.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6687192339928879919</id><published>2008-10-03T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:58:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's weird that i'm saying this but im going to miss 4P3 for the record. Yeah, i don't know, but out of sudden(actually after i started sitting with the boys) i became quite attached to the class. Sad huh, it's kinda too late. But, i finally feel the sense of belonging i've always been searching for. I am going to miss you all. The antics that our class has. The jokers and yeah, et cetera. I am going to miss Mr P. Siva Pregas. I know some of my classmates will be shoked by that statement. But seriosly, haven't you all noticed that our form teacher had shown us great patience when teaching us and accomplishing his task as our form teacher. Most of us has shown disrespect towards him. We kept on giving snide racist comments. We kept on giving him trouble. I myself have gotten into couple of problems with our beloved disciplin master, Mr Tiger Tan. Yet, my dear friends, he, Mr Siva, put up with all these unfair treatments we gave him. He had to face taunts from Mr Osgodby. If I were him, I'll like seriously lose my patience and will just not fulfil my responsibility as a form teacher. Yeah, I agree that he's not exactly a good humanities teacher, however, how can we not credit him for his amazing shit-resistance? He's at least a superb form teacher i've ever had in the 4 years i spent in bpghs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SOX3fUUnO4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/JsfsI2f_gEI/s1600-h/bored.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252876657800723330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SOX3fUUnO4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/JsfsI2f_gEI/s400/bored.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm bored u knowwwwww..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;testimonial lah niiiiii. idk what to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUH, im angelic and nice and friendly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahha. but CCA achievements, I TAK ADA. howww?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAK ADA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid laaaaaa. crack head. cibong(zahid, aku pinjam)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b ye taik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna do work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6687192339928879919?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6687192339928879919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=6687192339928879919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6687192339928879919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6687192339928879919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SOX3fUUnO4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/JsfsI2f_gEI/s72-c/bored.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7003244022999681085</id><published>2008-10-01T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:10:56.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helo belo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Children's day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahahaha. k yeah happy children's day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on the important note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA KEPADA SEMUA UMAT ISLAM DI MERATA DUNIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maaf zahir dan batin jikalau tersilap sana sini. well yeah, we're all humans (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I make mistakes. I ain't perfect. To those who were and are being affected by my imperfections, do forgive me. I apologize for everything :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fish! Don't sing &lt;em&gt;it's too late to apologize &lt;/em&gt;pleeease. heh (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wellllll, raya raya. feels the same. no different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to me this year tak meriahhh lah. THANK YOU EH CAMBRIDGE. KASI O'LEVELS BULAN SYAWAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bodoh peh chikopek. hahahahha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kidding yo cambridge angels. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OKAY. Right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's sooooooo much to blogggggg about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But you know, i'm fucken lazy to blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From paper planes to macaroni alphabets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;F1 to aussie bear. A LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Riiiiieza, i'm a bitch leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel bad doing all those shiets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yet, he's patiently putting up with all those shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I were him, i'd have like kick my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(oh, i kicked his ass before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;k la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(to you, i hope you understand my hints. kiter berdua dah tau lah aper kau buat pat kiteorg. kiter dah tau pasal kau nyer lies about your brother. have a good life kay. anyway, kawan tak buat bende merepek ni pat org lahh. kawan tak pijak kepala org, tk tipu org mcm siallll. and kawan don't pretend that they actually cared when what they care most is all about their welfare. i feel embarassed. i feel stupid. haha, kawan kawan. knnbccb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7003244022999681085?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7003244022999681085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7003244022999681085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7003244022999681085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7003244022999681085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/10/helo-belo.html' title='helo belo'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2658622955946903916</id><published>2008-09-24T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:56:07.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haaa-haaaa halo.</title><content type='html'>hello (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out in ten minutes!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. meeting bebeh, my beloved najihah. (mcm terbalik, meeting najihah, my beloved bebeh)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i wanted to buy fird's lil sis gift, went all the way to JE to find out tt Daiso was closed. hahaha. cb. so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and again, i met Samsiah! hehehehehe. we talked. and then train came, i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;later/tmr/whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2658622955946903916?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2658622955946903916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2658622955946903916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2658622955946903916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2658622955946903916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/09/haaa-haaaa-halo.html' title='haaa-haaaa halo.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-3573012963567344245</id><published>2008-09-21T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:58:54.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>msn conversation with aisha was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3573012963567344245?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3573012963567344245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=3573012963567344245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3573012963567344245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3573012963567344245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-9052353465038655755</id><published>2008-09-21T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:46:48.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, i'm smelly.</title><content type='html'>i didn't go to my religious school today. i just woke up half an hour ago and i've not yet taken my shower and currently it's 11.37 AM. Woahh. Smelly but still good. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, I was so sad as I thought that EVERYTHING was cancelled. But in the end, only the day out with him to Vivo was cancelled. I msged him: "Then tkpe la. But later I go town k..". He replied "Town? For what? I wanna bring you go NUH what.." I was like, WHAT?! I thought I was not going to meet him at all. But alas! I diiiiid. Heh. Anyyywayyyyyy, we went to NUH as his granny got warded in the morning. Not sure why, something to do with Night-time hallucination/being not conscious of her surroundings. We stayed in the hospital until 6 PM. And then his brother drove us back to his house. I broke my fast there. Haha, i was kinda shy. So on yesterday alone, I met his mum and dad, his brother and wife and their cute 9 months daughter, his nenek, his pakcik, and 2 of his abg sedare. Uhuhh. I kinda felt out of place.. But his parents helped to blend me in. They're nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-9052353465038655755?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/9052353465038655755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=9052353465038655755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/9052353465038655755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/9052353465038655755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-im-smelly.html' title='hello, i&apos;m smelly.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-5834283615227179534</id><published>2008-09-20T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:15:25.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>i wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, it's more important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-5834283615227179534?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2606308322497348304</id><published>2008-09-20T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:54:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tweeeentieth</title><content type='html'>alo.&lt;br /&gt;happy twentieth everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting him at 2, yet i haven't even take my shower. huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;i want to shit can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2606308322497348304?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2606308322497348304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>hello bozos.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. the geylang trip with boyfriend was great.&lt;br /&gt;i brought both my sisters along and my second sis brought farhan along. rieza on the other hand brought his ex schoolmates along, firdaus and yusri. it was fun laaaa. hahahaha. i terserempak dengan two of my good friends, Amalina and Razanah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay lah this vodafone sucks i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;blog other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm like looking forward to the twentieth on sat. sweet kapa plan kite? nyahahahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najihah bebeh! If you're reading this, I MISS YOU LIKE SHIT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;WAHLAU EH YOU. SKEJAP TIMBUL SKEJAP SELAM! Hahahahha. DATE SOON LA K. miss you!&lt;br /&gt;we go wash eyes. hahahhhaha (don't worry, he's not going to read this.) find hot angmohs/whoever la k. hahahahhaha. I MISSSSSSSSSS YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and guess i saw recently, Sammie lah sehhhh! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;what a small world. I saw her at Mac, then i we talked. kecoh.&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNND,  we're "inter-related". lol. Rieza lah ni. popular sgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-1118279064532906994?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1118279064532906994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=1118279064532906994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1118279064532906994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1118279064532906994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-short-update.html' title='hello, short update'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6662342605763201628</id><published>2008-09-13T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:58:34.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post no. 88</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;my 88th post! hahahaha. hey, is this the longest blog i kept yet?&lt;br /&gt;okay, im sooo not changing. (mwahahahha, see first.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oh fuck shit i miss kim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i'm meeting him to go to Geylang with big sis. Carik baju. I wonder how it'll be like. 'Cos you know, i'm so bloody picky when it comes to Hari Raya clothes. Haha. Oh wait, first up today, &lt;em&gt;the rings!&lt;/em&gt; Yesss. We got the rings. Kay happy (: 88 for two. 88th post on the 88 bucks rings. Righhht. &lt;em&gt;expensive la sia.&lt;/em&gt; Ahhhhhh. kay kayy. What i'm happy about is that it has my birthday date engraved on it. hahahaha. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm mean to him. Hmmmm.. I said certain things.. Did certain things. And once, he stayed under his block for like an hour thinking of what wrong he did to me, when he did nothing, only that i felt so prangai-ish. Alamak, sorry kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't forget how he made me count from 1 to 50 in MALAY. Gossssshhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's blog about yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! My dearest patner joined our tables! AND I'M SITTING WITH HER AGAIN! Wooo! I miss her. Hahahahah. Yuuuuhannnn! Lol. And Stelle and I can't stop looking at each other sneakily   and say "Brotherr ahhh..." but she was absent yesterday tho. Hahahahha. So the free period (add maths) yesterday was spent by goggling over Raja Kuih catalogue. Hahahaha. And I had a big time stomachache yesterday in school, i kept writhing in pain and felt like just stabbing my stomach. Made some people worried tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay class was HILARIOUS. Wow. Miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;Liyana: "Eh, what's that chain she's wearing?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It looks like a watch, you know, the watch chain.."&lt;br /&gt;Liyana: "I want to see!"&lt;br /&gt;Amalina: "Oh yaa.. Aku pun nk tgk!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Panggil cikgu ah, step tanye question"&lt;br /&gt;(Cikgu Maimoon went over to the boys', firdaus and the rest, table and was directly behind Shairah)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Shairah, when she turns, take a good look at it!"&lt;br /&gt;Shairah: "She's not turning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Cikgu Maimoon walked back to the front of the class. And our (Liyana, Amalina, Shairah and myself) eyes followed her and we were focusing on the chain. So can you imagine 4 girls looking intently at thaaaat area. hahahahaha. Cikgu saw us really focusing on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu: "Oh awak panggil cikgu eh? Sorry tak dengar" and she went towards us.&lt;br /&gt;Us: "Oh shit."&lt;br /&gt;She came over, and we were like uh-oh, no questions. Annnnd..&lt;br /&gt;Amalina: "Cikgu, cikgu, saye tak paham soalan ni. Ape saranan-saranan. Cikgu boleh tolong kasi macam example jadi kite boleh paham.. (and went on and on about the surat kiriman that we didn't even paid any attention to)"&lt;br /&gt;Our saviour, Amalina. And the rest of us took the opportunity to look at the chain properly. Hahaha. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing was when the class ended, the other girls, Izza and group asked cikgu about the chain, and she exclaimed saying that it costs 200 bucks and Amalina, Shairah, Liyana and I jumped out of our seats and ran to her touching the chain and et cetera. Hahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls.&lt;/em&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went out with dearest Amalina to buy some stuffs. Heh. We went to Bugis and Orchard. LOL. I went home at around six, quickly changed and went out to again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6662342605763201628?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6662342605763201628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=6662342605763201628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6662342605763201628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6662342605763201628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-no-88.html' title='post no. 88'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-5436864330451206973</id><published>2008-09-06T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T08:39:52.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and not to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THANKS EH JURAYMIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after you called me a chimpanzee, he starts relating anything monkey to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eh, kawan youu.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eh, i nk belikan you ni"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You, ni bagus untuk you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye la, kte kan family monyet..&lt;br /&gt;Meet Juraymie, the Orang-Utan; Rieza, the Congo. And the newest addition, the cutest, the most amazing, the most marvellous.. behold! Ain, the Chimpanzee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-5436864330451206973?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/5436864330451206973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=5436864330451206973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5436864330451206973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5436864330451206973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-not-to-forget.html' title='and not to forget'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6640325973027004714</id><published>2008-09-06T07:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T08:24:12.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll-of-ohhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>hahaha. alright, i miss saying that. i mean, the title. HA!&lt;br /&gt;tk betullll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let me blog for proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 2 days before&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a "fight". LOL. it was a prank by me lah, and &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; thought i meant what i said. Okay, it started with him sms-ing early in the morning telling me that NS men dont bring &lt;em&gt;umbrellas&lt;/em&gt; for some reason (and i told him right in the face later in the day that it's because NS men want to look &lt;em&gt;macho&lt;/em&gt;) and was raining sheeps and wolves. i was like thinking to myself, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? by then it was 11 AM and i was still lying sprawled on my bed smelling &lt;em&gt;extra nice&lt;/em&gt;. i was thinking of fetching him, but frankly, i was still very very very laaaaaaaaazy. and then he said (translated)"Nevermind, i'll just walk in the rain" and then suddenly he smsed something about lightning. And I, as a concerned girl(ahem), was afraid. And i was like "damn shit shit shit" at home. And then he said "Just kidding". I was like, GODAMMIT. And I was feeling quite revengeful and then I smsed "U pk klakar pe?"("You think it's funny?") and he goes explaining himself. I was feeling mean and I replied "Yeah whatever". (god, i was laughing out loud on the bed) And he panicked and tried to console and et cetera, and i replied "Whaaaaaatever". Lol, i could sense his &lt;em&gt;remorse&lt;/em&gt; and et cetera and he said "Sorry i won't do it again, I promise" I wanted to say "You do what you want alright, i don't care" however, that is seriously going off the limit and I should learn to &lt;em&gt;draw the line&lt;/em&gt;. So instead, I replied "HA! Gotcha. I wasn't angry at all." Annnnnd, he's wanted to play the trick on me by acting petty. And ofcourse I didn't fall for it (okay let's digress for abit, the day before thursay,&lt;em&gt;fuck, wednesday lah cb,&lt;/em&gt; he was like something like "mcm ade nightmare on elm street" and i took it seriously and was like "really?! WHAT TIME?!" and then he said "haha! i mean when i look at the guy, i felt scared" and i was like paiseh-ing) and it went on and on and I said a very damn lame thing "Bagus, buka makan papaya. Nanti toilet ade taik pat dinding" DAMN LAME. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that was in the morning. In the afternoon, i met him. Study date. Hahahha! GEDDDIT? Lol. We wanted to meet ard 3. And he was sleeping, so I smsed "Awake?" and he replied "Yeah" so i changed and stuff and went looking for my books and the more that half an hr later, he smsed "I just woke up" I was like WHAAAAT. Lol fastforward, in the end i came later. LOL. We were quite kecoh la. Okay, maybe it was me. LOL. I was laughing all the way about what happened earlier. We went to jurong east library. Got a seat. And he went searching for books and showed me a book on Tobacco and Marijuana and I showed him my iron fist. LOL. and he got a book on war, just flipped thru and I, as a caring girl(ahem*choke*), gave him my psp. Annnnnd, my super pathetic Golf car in need for speed was upgraded, modified yadda-yadda by him. He's good. LOL. And the most embarassing thing was, I thought he wasn't looking, I was listening to Atreyu songs and was mouthing the words and THENNN, there's the screaming part, so with the face and fullest concentration, I &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; had to mouth the screaming part. And I looked up and saw him laughing. DAMN! I was so embarasssssed! And then, the "terpampang" thing was damn kecoh. We shouted at each other because of it. LOL. Okay, I shall not include that. It was stupid, some misunderstanding. Lol. And then we shouted at each other again, about where to break our fast. Lol. Dammmmn kecoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6, we actually walked all the way to a not-so-nearby foodcourt and then went back to Entertainment Centre because he wanted to eat KFC. Luckily, we found a seat. Bought Zinger Buddy meal. Stomach was a bitch. Went back to Library. Went out again when (in the sing-song voice)"the library will be closing in 5 minutes. we thank you for your visit (yadda2)" annnnd then we walked aimlessly at IMM. And went back. LOL. (ofcourse bits and pieces are missing in this post. boo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a study date again with a girl-friend. However, I went to Jurong Point first to buy a gift for her. Spend some 2-digits amount of money. I don't care, i just miss her. Well met her at Jurong East mrt station. Went to Jurong East library. It was by luck that we got a seat. We almost gave up searching. Studied and played PSP. Haha, DragonBall Z WAS GOD DAMN BLOODY KECOH. Had a great laugh. Hahaha. And then I received a sms from him saying that he had a stomachache and feeling airy (you know, fart machine lol) and I, as an angelic gf (*cough* big lump of phlegm), replied "OMG! Air pollution at jurong!" and he seemed pissed and then he said he wanted to be alone as he was feeling moody. I was like whatthehell-ing and are-you-okay-ing in excess. And then he wanted to meet me as he's going home that day because Indra took a day-off. I had to part with my girl-friend and she seemed quite pissed. Im sorry. And I "rushed" to Boon Lay (for the 2nd time that day) and reached 15 minutes late. (I said i would arrive at 3.30 PM and most probably reach even earlier, &lt;em&gt;padahal&lt;/em&gt;) And I was apologetic and started shooting questions about why he's feeling moody and if he's okay or something. And he looked at me, and smiled, and said "Ha! I'm fine. Revenge. Haha! I was laughing all the way with Juraymie la" and I was like "You jahat! Jahat jahat jahat!". and he's like "I je ah yg jahat, you buat bolehhh.." hah! We broke our fast at Banquet. Okay, you might find it a miracle if I said we found a nice seat damn easily. Lol, it's because we reached an hour earlier than the supposed buka time. Hah! And, i had a sudden mood change and I just sat and not talk at all. He thought I was playing a trick on him. And then realised I wasn't. And he was playing psp. I was staring blankly, not talking. He got worried, and then started tickling me. Hah. Okay, I ate carrot cake, he ate kway teow, we fed each other a portion of our share. Haha. Then we walked around in the shopping centre and he showed me the couple t-shirt he wanted to buy for us. I thought it was 60 for 2. But actually it was 60 for the men's, and 55.90 for the women's. I was shocked. And I changed the t-shirt so if he really wants to buy, the cheaper one looked decent too. I mean, the price difference is large but in terms of the design, it's comparatively fine. and if im not mistaken, it's 45.90 each. See see. Lol. But i feel bad la if he really buys it. I mean, mcm tk baik gtu. Maybe he shouldn't, yeah. Then we went to Lot 1. We met her sister-in-law at Bossini. haha, a cute lady. Lol. I was shy. heh. And we went to the couple ring shop. Haha. (yay) but it's damn expensive la. around 80bucks i guess. Ahhhhh.. it's cool tho. If god permits, he'll be getting them next week, after his pay. And then we went home. Hah, actually, we wanted to wait for he sister-in-law, but she'll only be going home at 10, and at 9.30, dad called and he wanted me to be home quick, "cepat cepat cepat cepat cepat" (as quoted from his call).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, ate takoyaki, chocolates, chicken and took a shower, and played game and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay, that's long. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll be going out again today. However, this time, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6640325973027004714?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6640325973027004714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=6640325973027004714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6640325973027004714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6640325973027004714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/09/helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll-of.html' title='helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll-of-ohhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7065432997655193182</id><published>2008-09-01T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:17:41.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annd randomies.</title><content type='html'>i miss &lt;em&gt;rieza&lt;/em&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. k whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like the rising tide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathing hearts grow but never die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to simplify&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll stand by your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope will never die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, i want to shit. shit shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and puasa, ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whattttever. whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatever.&lt;br /&gt;and cheryl is sooooo whatever. Reallllllllly. eurgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7065432997655193182?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7065432997655193182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7065432997655193182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7065432997655193182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7065432997655193182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/09/annd-randomies.html' title='annd randomies.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-4854445791297602416</id><published>2008-09-01T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:28:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello bozos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;selamat berpuase ye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(omg, i sound soooo &lt;em&gt;malay&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-4854445791297602416?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-3368428547962405333</id><published>2008-08-28T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:04:14.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY, ENOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MEAN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3368428547962405333?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3368428547962405333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel quite disappointed thinking about that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling feverish toooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k wtf. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3133519101480013107?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3133519101480013107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=3133519101480013107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3133519101480013107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3133519101480013107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/siiiigh.html' title='siiiigh.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-1898303721545552900</id><published>2008-08-28T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:40:49.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi giler.</title><content type='html'>I still can't forget him carrying me over the fountain and saying that he'll drop me in the fountain. Imagine my screams. Hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, i'm letting you have what you want. This is what you said you want. Have it. Love it. Endure it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i came back from school feeling sooo lethargic. I felt like I couldnt walk. I felt like falling. I'm fine now after a GINORMOUS feast at home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's blog proper now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I didn't go to school. Then at around 2 plus, I went over to Phoenix to meet him. I saw Liesah (thaaaaaat girl) and she said "Eh you emo emo eh". I was like, yeah, whatever, ape ape lah kay. And then he came.. I was shocked to see him wearing his snowcap. Haha. So yeah, took 190 to cityhall. I slept during the journey (okay, comfortably on his shoulder) and was (pardon me) rudely interupted by phonecalls (i really do know when my O'levels are). Walllked and walllked. I was being soooooo (let me see) irritatingly girl-like (you know, asyik2 merajuk) but we had fun. He, for the first time, experienced the infamous crazy ain. Dier pun terikut-ikut juga. Well it was at Suntec City (the highest floor outdoor garden place) where he threatened to throw me into the water. Hahahah. Ahhhhhh.. Hmmm. And towards the end of my day with him, I received phonecalls from you. Well, I do miss you, please know this. But the way you react to his existence in my life hurts me. Please stop thinking that I'll forget my friends just because Rieza is in my life. If that is true, I wouldn't even care to talk to my other friends. If my other friends didn't see as that, why must you do? I don't know. Well on Tuesday you said that i've let you down and you want to end our friendship.. Then that's your decision. Please remember what you said. Don't ever say that I am the one who initiated this break-up. And I beg you, I do not want to fight with you anymore. I do not want you to hate me. And I do not want to hate you. I'm leaving your life now. Are you happy now? Isn't this what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. William Tan came to school yesterday. I envy his success story, his endurance, his spirit, his focus. Okay, i envy him. The talk was interesting, touching and motivating. However, my ass hurt so much by seating on that hard old plank for hours that I couldn't wait for the talk to end. Haha. After school, I went to IMM with dear Amalina (i miss you, girl!) and we went around to look for her weekly new shirt (cool or whaaat?) however it was to no avail. Then we ate and Long John Silver and ate Roti Mum (glutton!) and went to Jurong East Library to talk. I really miss talking to you. For your information, she denies the assumption you made about me. And I had to rush home to poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining cats and dogs by the time I went out from home. Hahaha. I DID NOT FALL, OR EVEN &lt;em&gt;ALMOST&lt;/em&gt; FALL! Miraculous. We had a 1 hour talk from Principal, yadda yadda. Then I went to Lot 1, and then went home. That's when I felt soooo lethargic I feel like just falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Teacher's day celebration&lt;br /&gt;` Movie outing! (with him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-1898303721545552900?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1898303721545552900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=1898303721545552900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1898303721545552900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1898303721545552900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-giler.html' title='hi giler.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7231894362396205680</id><published>2008-08-26T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:58:01.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;Why must this happen?&lt;br /&gt;i guess you hate me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebeh help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7231894362396205680?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7231894362396205680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7231894362396205680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7231894362396205680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7231894362396205680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6062042695312507114</id><published>2008-08-26T09:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:27:46.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;whispered, "I will take care of you kay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.."&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you shaking?"&lt;br /&gt;looked over,"Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today. Yeah. Some problems.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Updates and updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him on Sunday after my madrasah.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the house was in a mess and I seriously don't feel like talking to my second sister. So I went out again. We met at Lot 1 and went to the library. Looked through some magazines and then we went to the Pets section and read books on Kittens and Fishes. How interesting. Hahahhaa, it was cute tho. And then we got bored and went to Westmall's library instead. There, we spent an hour or so reading cookbooks! Hahahahhaha! Kelakar la dier. He was like "Eh you! Blajar masak ni.", "You I lapar laaaa..", "Mmmm, chicken". Hahahahha. Funnnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i like standing one step above him on the escalator, put my arm around him and then say, "Hi, friend!" Hahahhaha. And then he'll go "Mm, friend eh? Wait" And then when it's time to get off the escalator, he "suddenly grows" so tall that i've to tiptoe to still have my arm around him. Kay, RANDOMIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I post that card, or should I NOT post that card?&lt;br /&gt;I shall decide soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I slept like a pig yesterday. I slept at 5PM while msging him, woke up at 10PM to continue msging him, slept around half an hour later and woke up at 6.30 AM the next day (today). What a piiiig. I like it though. I never felt sooooooooooo fresh. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things, certain conversations, certain people keep coming into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And I should confess that I miss you. So much.&lt;br /&gt;And certain things should just be left untold.&lt;br /&gt;And there are certain things I should not know, but in the end I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask you something?&lt;br /&gt;How many more? Not enough, still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a small world we're living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a small world after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a small world after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a small world after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a small, small world..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot,&lt;br /&gt;And never brought to mind?&lt;br /&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot,&lt;br /&gt;And auld lang syne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;auld lang syne : times gone by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6062042695312507114?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6062042695312507114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=6062042695312507114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6062042695312507114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6062042695312507114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates.html' title='updates.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-3649208468480203234</id><published>2008-08-23T08:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:25:55.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm posting again</title><content type='html'>"At times I doubt his existence" &lt;div&gt;"Same here"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But I'm just afraid to voice out"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really think you should have told me everything. But, you didn't. Like I said, it's all up to you. I don't get why are you not happy for me, to know that i've move on and all. But it's okay really, it's all up to you. You will make your decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SK9dSvhYduI/AAAAAAAAALY/nPP5r4v1XTQ/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237507468230686434" style="CURSOR: hand" height="244" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SK9dSvhYduI/AAAAAAAAALY/nPP5r4v1XTQ/s400/DSC00821.JPG" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My second sister and I are being forced out of our room. Hah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine, waking up at 6 plus to clear your own bedroom. We had to clear our room because Farhan(second sis bf) will be coming over to paint our room. Awwwwwwwwh. Hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMYGOD. Now I realise... HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET READY TODAY? I need thaaaaat mirror. Oh well, I guess I need to survive with my first sister's.&lt;/em&gt; Heh. We'll be wearing the same thing today *big grin* Long-sleeved black top and black berms. Black parade. Nyehehe. So if you feel like spotting us or something, go to .. ummm, not sure. Hah! Bluek. Approximately SIX MORE HOURS before i'll meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet yoooooooou! How exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, you'll be tired like on the 20th! Okay, he'll be on his way home from work at around 10AM. And then he'll be meeting me at 3PM. Kesian kamu. 10 more months, we'll endure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annnnnnnnnd, i'm SO going to help you get over that ciggy okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, his name is Rieza.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh, I want to shit. Shit shit shit. Shit all over. Shit everywhere.. Shit all over my backside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay thattttttt's disturrrrrbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, while clearing our bedroom, my second sis and I had a conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me: "You know, he LIKES cleaning up the house. He went home from work and HE ACTUALLY WASH HIS CLOTHES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sis: "Really?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me: "UHUH! He HELPS HIS MUM!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sis: "Haha, that's a TOTAL CONTRAST. You and him. SO DIFFERENT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me: "Shut up. You too. Farhan also kan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And yesterday, damn kecoh lah me and my mum..(i'll translate it to english)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: (saw mum trying to open my piggybank)"DON'T OPEN IT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mum: (shocked) "Why? Money gone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: "Noooo.... there's still some money. I have NOT used the money you gave me. Just don't open it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mum: "Why not? Why? Something inside"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: "Nooo.. you better don't. Otherwise i'll have to bring this along everywhere, even to Greenridge later.." (takes my piggybank, clutch it tightly to my chest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mum: "Whhyyyy? You have your boyfriend's picture inside, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: (laughs like hell) "NOOO! Nonsense."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mum: "Then why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: "Just DONT. Okay DONT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mum: "Okay, okay.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i went out to Greenridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached home, saw that my piggybank was placed smack on the same right spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... something was amiss.. But I kept quiet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until in the car when we were on the way to Marina South to catch the fireworks on a boat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: "Sooo... you opened it didn't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mum: "Mmm?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: "My piggybank.. It was on the riiiiight place, but you forgotten the lock. It was pointing upwards"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mum: "Oh. Heh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: "There's nothing right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mum: "UHUH. NOTHING.. Tsk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: "Told youuu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(whole family laughed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mum: "I was just CONCERNED. Who knows WHAT she kept!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Second sis and I: "Ya ya.." (laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Second sis: "This shows that YOU CAN'T LIE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(whole family laughed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mum: But count the LIES YOU TOLD ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Second sis and I: "Ahh, yaaa, okaaaay" (Second sis rolls her eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahhaha. It was hilarious. I tricked mum! Mwahahahhahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She actually placed it right where I placed it, however, she forgotten to put the lock properly. Hahahhaha kaypoh kan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehhhhhhh, dia sms! Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3649208468480203234?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3649208468480203234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=3649208468480203234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3649208468480203234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3649208468480203234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-posting-again.html' title='i&apos;m posting again'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SK9dSvhYduI/AAAAAAAAALY/nPP5r4v1XTQ/s72-c/DSC00821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6460676538328238959</id><published>2008-08-23T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:55:46.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok.</title><content type='html'>hello,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the birthday wishes all.&lt;br /&gt;especially to:&lt;br /&gt;Rieza, who spent his off day with me (:&lt;br /&gt;Najihah, for the heartwarming post which gives me the tears, syg u.&lt;br /&gt;Sharina, Yanying and Pearlyn, who came to my house today to watch the movie with me (:&lt;br /&gt;My Family, who brought me on board a boat today to catch the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you whom i thought was my bestfriend:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me the memories, laughters and care. I appreciate them all.&lt;br /&gt;However, never in my 16 years had someone hurt me so much I could have cried &lt;strong&gt;on my birthday&lt;/strong&gt;. What hurts me the most was that: it came from YOU. Well, I said i've forgiven you. Let's not talk about that then. But today, you just blew it. Okay, fine. I'm YOUR liar. I'm YOUR biggest bitch and slut. I'm YOUR fuck friend. I'm saying these as YOURS because these are what YOU see me as. YOU judged me today, friend. By sending me those smses, you hurt me hell lot. I don't think you actually really cared about my feelings, do you? Do you even care about me? You might, but you blew it today. Sorry. I guess this is it. This is what YOU want. I guess it'll be good for us too. Let's just go on our separate ways. You don't have to be friends with a liar. And think about the weight of me acting as an extra burden lifted off your shoulders, blissful ain't it? Therefore, ditch me, friend. And I want to remember you as a friend, not otherwise. So please, don't make matters any worse can you? I beg you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Don't find me, i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I've a date (:&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRIEZA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6460676538328238959?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6460676538328238959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=6460676538328238959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6460676538328238959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6460676538328238959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok.html' title='ok.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-8052777651819118562</id><published>2008-08-09T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:10:29.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SJx99QXSyDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XloWa7kaomc/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232195358415833138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SJx99QXSyDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XloWa7kaomc/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-8052777651819118562?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/8052777651819118562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=8052777651819118562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/8052777651819118562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/8052777651819118562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh.html' title='oh!'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SJx99QXSyDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XloWa7kaomc/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7206852991827487885</id><published>2008-08-09T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:01:30.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the "proper" post.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;What is meant by a "proper" post.&lt;br /&gt;It is thaaat proper post that is full of informations and you know, me? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start with today.&lt;br /&gt;We had national day celebration at school.&lt;br /&gt;It was, how should i phrase it in the most polite manner,  atrocious. (:&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, during the parade, the microphone suckass. Really, i've no idea what every speaker was babbling about. The singing part was fine (: but there were only 2 songs: 5 stars arising and who are you my country. Ahh, there wasn't the superb stand up for Singapore. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;The concert was just superduperomfgsuckshitmegafucken-horrible.&lt;br /&gt;1. The hockey pitch was wet. So my skirt was damn wet too.&lt;br /&gt;2. Olivia wanted me to sit in a way so that she can sit on my shoes so that her skirt will not be wet.&lt;br /&gt;3. I didn't wear any shorts. Tsk. I asked her to sit on my lap&lt;br /&gt;4. Painful! It was on my left calve muscle, she was moving, i was screaming in agony.&lt;br /&gt;5. The concert started late. Wtf. Wet hockey pitch, wet buttocks, wet skirt, wet panty, painful calve.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mr Tan JUST had to blow the whistle 1234823 times.&lt;br /&gt;7. I was so pissed and in pain that i actually shouted "EH FUCK CIBAI DIAM AH SIAL. START JE AH CONCERT. BODOH SIAL!"&lt;br /&gt;8. People were shocked, because i'm supposed to be an angel? Come on, you've no idea who i am alright.&lt;br /&gt;9. Zahid just had to reply "Eh Ain! Kau ex-gangster pe" wtf?&lt;br /&gt;10. Most of the cheers were horrible. Disgusting cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;11. Annnnd, it rained. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;12. School was noisy. Sharina and I decided to retreat to somewhere far from all those chaos.&lt;br /&gt;13. School's dismissed. We quickly signed out. As usual, the fucken e-fingerprint system hates me.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the end of the school part. how irritatingly sucky.&lt;br /&gt;and then yadda2. boring bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i went home to eat Again.&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised i was late.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed and rushed. Panicky.&lt;br /&gt;I was indeed late for 1h30mins. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the whole train journey was just me in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, zzz.&lt;br /&gt;went to boon lay so that i got a seat. Then went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searched for red tops which was to no avail until i finally went to cotton on.&lt;br /&gt;spent like 22 bucks. BUANG DUIT SIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-buying the SE headphones.&lt;br /&gt;-top-up card.&lt;br /&gt;-dates&lt;br /&gt;-fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7206852991827487885?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7206852991827487885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7206852991827487885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7206852991827487885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7206852991827487885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/proper-post.html' title='the &quot;proper&quot; post.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-162427014270582476</id><published>2008-08-08T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:49:52.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k whatever</title><content type='html'>yuijhgyugoihipgjugteye&lt;br /&gt;tehehermkojgrpoi9yheryrthkmngfjipnurt&lt;br /&gt;lkgmnhoeph5uyhpweuhgslfnjepigo    egrhtygpeorhgeorgjdg&lt;br /&gt;hethrthokhgiytp/jrtihjr[hjm[jmh[tr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck everything.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you, ain.&lt;br /&gt;just rot will you.&lt;br /&gt;get a life bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you ain.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nur a'in, whatever k?&lt;br /&gt;cb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-162427014270582476?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/162427014270582476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=162427014270582476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/162427014270582476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/162427014270582476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/k-whatever.html' title='k whatever'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-3710914650569733367</id><published>2008-08-03T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:21:01.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>Dreams shattered,&lt;br /&gt;Burning hopes doused.&lt;br /&gt;And again..&lt;br /&gt;there she goes,&lt;br /&gt;flying, reaching out, aiming..&lt;br /&gt;for the unfathomable nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite out of my reach, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Quite obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;There she goes,&lt;br /&gt;dreams shattered,&lt;br /&gt;burning hopes doused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't worth any tears.&lt;br /&gt;Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes..&lt;br /&gt;Wherever she goes to,&lt;br /&gt;it just leads to no reality.&lt;br /&gt;Why is she feeling so..&lt;br /&gt;Empty?&lt;br /&gt;Because she knows that&lt;br /&gt;She was stupid, dumb.&lt;br /&gt;She knew something was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;she denied her doubts.&lt;br /&gt;State of denial.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that blissful?&lt;br /&gt;It was until things failed to remain as it was.&lt;br /&gt;It was until the reality started hitting her real hard.&lt;br /&gt;It was until.. then.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;But she's still brooding over it.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it, will you?&lt;br /&gt;Let her out.&lt;br /&gt;Let her out, now.&lt;br /&gt;Please leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- don't even care asking what this post is about.&lt;br /&gt;                                              i'm on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3710914650569733367?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3710914650569733367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=3710914650569733367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3710914650569733367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3710914650569733367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-5755697789292657045</id><published>2008-08-02T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:42:40.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.</title><content type='html'>okay, my blog can be viewed using Mozilla Firefox too.&lt;br /&gt;Like finally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I wish this could be&lt;br /&gt;A happy song&lt;br /&gt;But my happiness disappeared&lt;br /&gt;The moment you were gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I ever believed that&lt;br /&gt;This day would come&lt;br /&gt;Now all I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Is lost and numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohhh I know I promised&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;that I would try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I,&lt;br /&gt;yes I, miss you&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be thankful&lt;br /&gt;For the time we had&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed&lt;br /&gt;I should celebrate&lt;br /&gt;But I feel too sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the wonderful memories&lt;br /&gt;Just make me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like somebody's&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohhh&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;that I wouldn't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I,&lt;br /&gt;yes I, miss you&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh well I,&lt;br /&gt;yes I, miss you&lt;br /&gt;Want you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Walking, holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Talking, making plans&lt;br /&gt;Touching my heart my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this could be&lt;br /&gt;A happy song&lt;br /&gt;But my happiness disappeared&lt;br /&gt;The moment you were gone&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's not happening&lt;br /&gt;Say it's not as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I'm gonna wake up&lt;br /&gt;It's just a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me that it's fiction&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's just a lie&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you choose to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Please say he didn't die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;yes I, miss you&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh well I,&lt;br /&gt;yes I, miss you&lt;br /&gt;Want you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Ooh well I, miss you&lt;br /&gt;Want you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Back here by my side&lt;br /&gt;Here by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Missing You by Jem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-5755697789292657045?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/5755697789292657045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=5755697789292657045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5755697789292657045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5755697789292657045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha.html' title='haha.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7977418017959273963</id><published>2008-08-02T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:54:10.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>hello. hello. hello&lt;br /&gt;im. so. fucken. bored.&lt;br /&gt;cant. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;fffffffffffffffffffffuck.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7977418017959273963?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7977418017959273963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7977418017959273963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7977418017959273963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7977418017959273963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-4238766644472256531</id><published>2008-07-25T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:40:16.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin</title><content type='html'>backside aches.&lt;br /&gt;spent from 6 till now to change layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAKIT BONTOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-4238766644472256531?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/4238766644472256531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=4238766644472256531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4238766644472256531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4238766644472256531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-skin.html' title='new skin'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-931649054800394636</id><published>2008-07-25T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:06:21.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hunneh.</title><content type='html'>smack that ass bebeh.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay, bloody random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, how are yoyoyou?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak betul lah cb.(cute boy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Currently:&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;` listening to: Beautiful in Blue - Alesana (kau pey favourite kan ikah, ale ale ale)&lt;br /&gt;` sms-ing: Atikah&lt;br /&gt;` chatting on msn: Raz(madrasah lagu mate)&lt;br /&gt;` random: digging for gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I wearing?&lt;br /&gt;` top: smurf teeee! lagi lagi siol.&lt;br /&gt;` bottom: NOTHING. hahahhaha cb cb cb. PE shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;` kenape aku sanggup come up with merepek things.&lt;br /&gt;` what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K this is FUCKING TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I want to post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;But whaaaaaat pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think. Think. THIIINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up.&lt;br /&gt;cb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Lameohfuckenshittoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-931649054800394636?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/931649054800394636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=931649054800394636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/931649054800394636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/931649054800394636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/hunneh.html' title='hunneh.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-3652152358520295225</id><published>2008-07-21T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:37:08.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRREEEEEEAM.</title><content type='html'>HELLLLLLLLLLL-OF-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to screamo songs now.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;*coarse voice*&lt;br /&gt;ROOOOOOAR&lt;br /&gt;pride roses, platinum rubies.&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE ROSES, PLATINUM RUBIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3652152358520295225?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3652152358520295225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=3652152358520295225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3652152358520295225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3652152358520295225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/scrreeeeeeam.html' title='SCRREEEEEEAM.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-27894611791377576</id><published>2008-07-20T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:08:42.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello cb.</title><content type='html'>aku bored giler babi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the TWENTIETH.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh....&lt;br /&gt;TWENTIETH.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU GILA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterdayyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;Went to her house to mug.&lt;br /&gt;Am I good or whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Baik kan ain?&lt;br /&gt;Teman her to her workplace.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lot 1&lt;br /&gt;Reached home close to around 9?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go madrasah.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy didn't wakey me up.&lt;br /&gt;Her reason was "Ibu kasi ain chance sebab ain slalu gi madrasah"&lt;br /&gt;(and I knew it was actually "Ibu terbangun lambat")&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know is that if I stayed home, it's emo big time, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-27894611791377576?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/27894611791377576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=27894611791377576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/27894611791377576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/27894611791377576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-cb.html' title='hello cb.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7067352010831941498</id><published>2008-07-18T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:35:10.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ain it didnt rain.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, today was fine. I went to Jurong Point ALONE. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I realised i'm getting more and more independent. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I mean, I am a loner ..? So, it's normal for me to go somewhere, anywhere alone.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun really. I was window shopping alone. Went into different shops alone.&lt;br /&gt;And made decisions alone.&lt;br /&gt;ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;Really, it's not that bad. You can live alone.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, I was alone at Jurong Point to get something for someone.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I was broke by the time I reached the bus interchange to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I was left with only 25cents in my wallet. Hahaha. Wow. The feeling was quite umm, miserable. After I bought that something, I was feeling so pathetic that I was walking around aimlessly with a black expression. The saddest part was walking into Royal Sporting House and seeing a pretty bag that, oh well, costs 60 +. And the World of Sport shop which was on Sale, but of course the prices was BEYOND REACH (by that time, I still had $1.25 with me). People looked at me, I looked back at them with that bozo face. Haha. Wellll, the end product was superb. It was worth the hassle, and umm money. Haha. I'm not regretting anything, really. I mean, it's for a good friend. I don't mind. But umm, if it's for some so-so people, PLEASE EH, don't even dream.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, that's mean.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm nice people. Very. Very. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, I'll be going out.&lt;br /&gt;Belajar lah cb. (PHYSICS!)&lt;br /&gt;Annnnd, i'm feeeeeeling blackish.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha. Yeah, emo!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahaha. Tkde laaaaaaa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still thinkig whether I should be that stubborn bitch to get _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .&lt;br /&gt;Should i, or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would have surely disapproved.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him before.. He disapproved.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to hear you rejecting my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Just one more day.&lt;br /&gt;Just one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, fuckface. It'll never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7067352010831941498?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7067352010831941498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7067352010831941498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7067352010831941498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7067352010831941498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/ain-it-didnt-rain.html' title='ain it didnt rain.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-8681561534869070767</id><published>2008-07-16T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:58:45.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black ain.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;So I came to school with a big shrek plaster on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I found that the plaster was placed too tightly.&lt;br /&gt;Peel it off (excruciating)&lt;br /&gt;Replaced it with another one.&lt;br /&gt;And it happened again. So in the end I changed my plaster 3-5 times in total.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped Physics timed practice.&lt;br /&gt;I had a serious headache that I felt like doing a headbang.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 3.30.&lt;br /&gt;Lied down and do stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition at 4.30&lt;br /&gt;Ended at around 6?&lt;br /&gt;Sang the song Hurt, and second sister had a big laugh. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Went online.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Atikah on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;She merajuk.&lt;br /&gt;Alalalalalalala... POLLY.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. K, aku pon majok.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-8681561534869070767?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/8681561534869070767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=8681561534869070767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/8681561534869070767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/8681561534869070767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-ain.html' title='black ain.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2604676159222263404</id><published>2008-07-15T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:15:36.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's pretty much different now.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally slept while messaging Tikah.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and I was like "Damn! I slept!"&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled out of the bed , searching for my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;I found my handphone, and read a message sent by Tikah.&lt;br /&gt;It was a sad one... And I quickly rush to the toilet to take my shower and, well, to cry. Scrambled out of the toilet and quickly replied Tikah. I wrote a record-breaking a 5 pages length sms.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, saw Liyana, talked to her for a bit, broke down for a bit. (right, sudden)&lt;br /&gt;Went to class, found out that Yuhan, Stelle, Xinyee skipped school. Sat behind at Zahid's place. Talked crap to Saiful and Firdaus. Drew names for Firdaus, Saiful and Amelia (in chronological order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went Tampines to meet Atikah. I met Shano and Nano too, but they went of earlier. Atikah and I went to Tampines Mall. And then we walked and talked and sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;Cool guys. Hahaha. Right, stop it eh ain.&lt;br /&gt;I keep on changing my phone (from 6300 to the sony ericsson) The guys were talking about me changing phones. I think they found it suspicious. Haha. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kite rindu awak sayang.&lt;br /&gt;Awak dengar tak?&lt;br /&gt;Kite harap awak happy pat saner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awakk...&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu kite k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2604676159222263404?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2604676159222263404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2604676159222263404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2604676159222263404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2604676159222263404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-pretty-much-different-now.html' title='it&apos;s pretty much different now.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6580495142343807190</id><published>2008-07-14T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:16:14.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me away.</title><content type='html'>kite rindu awak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw people..&lt;br /&gt;just now i met perempuan gila.&lt;br /&gt;kite gi bpepek. HAHAHHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha sayang kau siak. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? hmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;I just got reminded of sec2 days..&lt;br /&gt;Ain: "Ibu ibu ibu! Ader gergasi takkkk?"&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: "Ah gergasi? Takde takde...."&lt;br /&gt;Ain: "Ah?! Tkde?! Macam maner boleh takde. Baru nampak..."&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: "Gergasi ape?"&lt;br /&gt;Ain: "Alaaa.. yang untuk potong kayu tuu.. tajam tajam. macam pisau. tapi besarrr... alaar, saw ah.."&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: "GERGAJI LAH!"&lt;br /&gt;(Herianti rolled-on-the-floor-laughing-her-ass-off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Bodoh siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6580495142343807190?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6580495142343807190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=6580495142343807190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6580495142343807190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6580495142343807190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-me-away.html' title='take me away.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2920522148986983065</id><published>2008-07-12T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:14:49.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay kte update.</title><content type='html'>Hello friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update? Hahahahha. There's nothing much to update on today actually. The world's still spinning. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I want to go out! Really. But, aku kena buih, so yeah whatever kay? Lalalala. Siape nk kluar angkat tangan. *jumping up &amp;amp; down, straining my arm, raising it* ALAR. aku nk kluarrrrrr! HMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that was a digression. I need to update on ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;My name is still Nur A'in binte "my-father's-name"&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not-quite-yet 16.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still schooling at bpghs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still using my red name tag.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still quite crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still noisy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not the old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm still missing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, aku stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Well well. I NEED TO GO OUT LIKE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Or, i'll end up emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;oh wrong, ):&lt;br /&gt;I was screaming the song Hurt by Christina Aguilera just now.&lt;br /&gt;And I told my mum:&lt;br /&gt;"Ibu! Ibu! Ibu dengar suare dier ni. Kenal kan? Christina Aguilera"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, kenal. Yan rambut kuning."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah yer, dengar dengar. Suare dier, POOOOWH! Sedap giler! AIN JEALOUS!"&lt;br /&gt;*lets her hear the song Hurt*&lt;br /&gt;"Sedap kannnnn! Jealous seh ain!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah..."&lt;br /&gt;*i scream* :&lt;br /&gt;"Seems like it was yessterday, that I saw your faceeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.That.Was.Bloody.Fucken.Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's beeeeeeeen boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooring.&lt;br /&gt;(since when is school 0h-so-fun?)&lt;br /&gt;Malay periods had been Free Periods. This is due to Cikgu Maimoon's pakcik recent death.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy, 4P3 is now at the First Floor.&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHAHAHAHA. Padan muke budak 103.&lt;br /&gt;And Sial peh dorg, I heard those 103 kiddos ckp pasal our class.&lt;br /&gt;COMPLAINING PE.&lt;br /&gt;Tak takut lar sial. Hahahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;kte bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2920522148986983065?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2920522148986983065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2920522148986983065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2920522148986983065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2920522148986983065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-kte-update.html' title='okay kte update.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-5449243884342553530</id><published>2008-07-08T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:01:06.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btol lar atikah. aku tak tipu. haiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-5449243884342553530?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/5449243884342553530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=5449243884342553530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5449243884342553530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5449243884342553530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_08.html' title='.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-9017865546776316496</id><published>2008-07-05T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:26:11.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello (:</title><content type='html'>Todayyyyyyyyyyyyyy..&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.. I'm feeling much much much better.&lt;br /&gt;So so so much much much better better better.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, i feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a betrayal ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I've got to stop feeling this way, don't i?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we need to live life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh.. I'll upload photos soon kay?&lt;br /&gt;And big sissy bought for me a new phone (well, criter ni dah basi, but i realised i didn't tell)&lt;br /&gt;w760.&lt;br /&gt;Cool phone. Yeah, great.&lt;br /&gt;But it's stucky. Like you know, stuck stuck stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when i'm playing games or listening to songs.&lt;br /&gt;But, i still love it.&lt;br /&gt;And I still want to keep my 6300. Filled with memories I &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;The Saved Messages and et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;My irritating sister is being irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, she bought a new phone too.&lt;br /&gt;The Samsung Soul thingey.&lt;br /&gt;Cool phone too.. (but i still prefer mine to hers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-9017865546776316496?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/9017865546776316496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=9017865546776316496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/9017865546776316496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/9017865546776316496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title='hello (:'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6634492250318445353</id><published>2008-07-02T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:51:46.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>To &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that out of the few schoolmates I share my problems with, you are one of the people i trust most. Yet, in less than 24 hours, my &lt;em&gt;personal problems&lt;/em&gt; were spread. I wouldn't place the blame on anybody else because this would not have happened if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; learn how to treasure a goodfriend's trust. Well, do you really believe that apologies are enough? Enough to bury my disappointment in a friend i trusted so much? Are you happy that I am very hurt by &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; doings? Are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; happy that it will be much harder for me to stabilize myself because now my personal problems are made &lt;em&gt;public&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Thanks&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;em&gt;sharing your goodfriend's personal problems&lt;/em&gt; to a &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; friend. I believe we shall not remain as close as before, as for now, I hate you to the core. Thanks so much. Thanks for hurting me more. Thanks for breaking me more. Thanks for your false concerns. I really need those. I really need more problems, &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't think, do you?&lt;br /&gt;All you wanted was to talk about someone else's problems.&lt;br /&gt;And that someone &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend&lt;/em&gt;, thanks for making me the subject of gossips.&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my greatest weakness is &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, friend.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess it'll be harder for me to move on. That's what you want right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asal kan kawan aku bahagia. What can I do? All he cares about is his &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to tell stories.&lt;br /&gt;You don't see me as a goodfriend, do you?&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I lov&lt;em&gt;ed &lt;/em&gt;you as a friend, and yet, this is what I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6634492250318445353?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6634492250318445353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=6634492250318445353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6634492250318445353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6634492250318445353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-648759859451484491</id><published>2008-06-29T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:03:21.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suppose.</title><content type='html'>Why am i still hoping that you'll come back when i know that you'll never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My eyes are screaming for the sight you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tonight, i'm dreaming of all the things that we've been through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I guess I feel lonely, too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't hold on to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slow way down, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This break down's eating me alive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm tired, this fight is fighting to survive. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak..&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Atikah and Aisha and her friend, Rieka, today. After madrasah. Sorry for being in a foul mood. We went to Plaza Singapura. Ate at Swensen's. Lepak at Ngee Ann City. Went home. On the way home, I heard someone calling my name. It was this motorcyclist. He was calling my name like over and over again. But due to my great astigmatism, I couldn't really see his face. He actually pull up his helmet cover to show his face. And I was like squinting and squinting yet I couldn't recognize him. Yeah, most probably kakak's friend or whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-648759859451484491?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/648759859451484491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=648759859451484491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/648759859451484491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/648759859451484491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/suppose.html' title='suppose.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-900693945693949971</id><published>2008-06-28T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:14:50.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>when you're missing someone too much, it seems that you can't move on.&lt;br /&gt;it seems that you're trapped in your unwavering love for that someone who's gone and will never come back.&lt;br /&gt;how can i find the strength to let you go when you are still the source of my inner strength?&lt;br /&gt;and now with you gone, how can i simply survive?&lt;br /&gt;but i've got to move on.&lt;br /&gt;i've got to.&lt;br /&gt;the clock is still ticking, earth is still revolving.&lt;br /&gt;i can't do this anymore, ain.&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he wouldn't want me sad, he wouldn't want me to be so affected, he wants me to live life to the fullest, he was so concerned, he was worried, he wanted me to change, he wanted me to see life positively, he wanted me to be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 03 is gone on the surface, but it deep inside, it's still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;it's still surviving.&lt;br /&gt;it's still in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you again&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;Once again "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in a state of self-denial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-900693945693949971?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/900693945693949971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=900693945693949971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/900693945693949971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/900693945693949971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7194348916411282393</id><published>2008-06-26T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:24:12.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe some of you remember some time ago when I was uncontactable for at least 3 months?&lt;/div&gt;Maybe, soon, I'll be uncontactable again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'll miss you for sure.&lt;/div&gt;Maybe we'll meet there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry, i'm weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Goodbye, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7194348916411282393?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7194348916411282393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7194348916411282393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7194348916411282393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7194348916411282393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-8562759953698099306</id><published>2008-06-21T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:50:57.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm happy (: , quite. yesterday was the 20th!</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i didn't update for a whole week.&lt;br /&gt;Ikah realised it like two or three days ago and she asked me to update my blog. Hahaha. Okay since i'm quite bored, this was part of our conversation on the phone on that day she asked me to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikah: "Eh, kau gi update la blog kauu!"&lt;br /&gt;Me  : "Nak update ape? Aku dok umah je.."&lt;br /&gt;Ikah: "Update ahh, ummm, 'Todayy..... I...... sit at home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;Ikah, aku ingat kay kteorg nyer conversation. Mesti ahh, kate sayaaaang. Mwahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;And to those who are dying to know, we're fine! Hahaha. Yesss (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start yabbing about my wonderful 20th yesterday, I shall remind you that Holidays are coming to an end. Oh, how I dread going to school. Frankly, honestly, mean-ly, I shall tell that I MISS NONE OF MY SCHOOLMATES. Yes, NONE OF MY TEACHERS. So go away. Oh wait, I do miss people like Junyuan, Liyana and Sakeenah. Only. Fullstop. Seriously, I dislike my class. I feel that I don't belong there. Nevermind. Few more months and I'm out of there. Anyway, touching on me disliking my class, I'm okay with people like Stelle, Yuhan and some others. But honestly and mean-ly, the very people you see me with (like as though i'm in their group or what) are the people I realised last year that I can't get along with. I miss 206. Despite the fact that 206 was splitted into different small groups, we have true friends. Here, in the oh-super-notorious P3, I don't think I have any true friends. Come on, I'm not blind, I'm not damn super cibai straight, I understand the small little mean hints you gave me. When my sisters told me that you'll find your true friends during your upper secondary years, I think my true friends are not from my class. (Maybe not even from my school except fo you know, the US, the people I'm really with) My true friends for now are the friends I found outside school. When people say they come to school to only see their friends, I realised how LUCKY they are. At least they have friends at school. I'm a loner when it comes to school. But, heck! What do I care? I'm OBVIOUSLY not a loner outside. For example, I found 2 new great friends Atikah and Aisha. They are great. Just great, too great. I love them, okay? Okay, that's it for School Shit (it kinda rhymes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, before I start yabbing about the 20th, I shall digress for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Ikah and Aisha said that i'm sombong on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha: "Alar, Ain pat msn kan sombong sekarang"&lt;br /&gt;Ikah : "A'ah a'ah! ACTION! Sombong"&lt;br /&gt;Me   : "Mane ade! Aku buat project seh"&lt;br /&gt;Ikah : "Alar, buat project pun boleh nudge ke ape kan.."&lt;br /&gt;Aisha: "Tu ah"&lt;br /&gt;Ikah : "K ching" *knock knuckles with Aisha&lt;br /&gt;Me   : "K ah, k ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, today, I saw Aisha online. So I quickly doubleclick and thennn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;k tk sombong\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I looked up and saw the wroooooong nick. Too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh tsk! SALAH ORG, sorry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::At last!!!! ........ is in my hand:: MK :: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrrrrryyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tersalah picit namer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what you've done! Hahahaha. Malu sak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO YESSSSSSSTERDAY. FINALLY KAN?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was the 20th&lt;/strong&gt;. Hehehehe. But, I met Ikah who is as equally busuk as busuk. Hehehehe, memain jer! I slept at around 3.30 AM that day and I woke up at 6.45 AM and couldn't sleep. So I decided to fill the jar to the brim. (I counted 50 scrolls!) (Okay, you'll understand about some of the stuffs in this post in the next post that'll be with pictures) And then it was 9 and Ikah had not replied my sms. So I decided to call. And voila, she was still sleeping! Hahahaha. She actually wanted to fetch me from home, and yet she was still sleeping. So in the end, I decided to fetch her instead at Tampines. The train journey was so so. But wait, I fell asleep, I woke up and I saw OMFG HOT ANGMOH (Najihah, damn fucking hot. turquoise eyes!) I was like, oooooh ooooooooh ooooooooooooooooooooooooh! And then he put on his omfg hot shades. I was melllllting away. And ahhhhhh. I smsed Ikah,&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Sak hot sial ni maksalleh dpn aku"&lt;br /&gt;Ikah: "Ahaha . Mintk number . "&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mintak kannnnnnnnnnnnn! Aku cair sak tgk dier!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha. And when I met her I told her I should've taken his picture and when people asked me who that hottie is I will say, "Oh tu lah my busuk! Namer dier Asmi(with the slang)" Hahahha. Eh, Ikah! SHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Tampines (the cruciating but hot 1.5h journey from home), I waited for her at this bench. Hahahahha AND I MADE A NEW FRIEND! Dgn nyonya maner tah. MWAHAHHAHA. IKAH PEH PASAL! Hahahha. I was trying harddddd not to laugh. And I finally met her and she didn't give me the kiss she promised! TSK. Tkpe Ikah, AKU INGAT. Hahahahhaha. She brought me around Tampines. Annnnnnd aku tahu ah aku tertinggal camera aku pat rumah! She tried to snap my photos. Byk kali. Hahahhaha. Thanks k! LOL. Ohhh, aku ingat aku ingat! Ikah's funny.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Gi buang ah air tu, nk masok library kan"&lt;br /&gt;Ikah: "Tkde tong sampah ah"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "ITU APE?!"&lt;br /&gt;Ikah: "Itu satu lah! SATU JE!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "DUERRRRR!"&lt;br /&gt;Ikah: "Satu lah!"&lt;br /&gt;And we walked there, there was two. Hahahahha. Paiseh pe. Mwahahhaha. We walked around her estate. Walked to her block. Hahahahhaha, the case of the closing of windows. Ikah tk nk give up sak nak kacau mak dier. LOL. Then we took bus no. 21 from somewhere near her house to Downtown East. We reached downtown at around 2 plus. Met Aisha first. Then we went to MacDonald's. Ikah! She mati-mati asked me to eat her nuggets. (Kau tak abis kan!) So I ate one of her nugget. And last night, she complained to Busuk that I only eat ONE NUGGET. Tk baik eh kau! Chets. TAKPE. Hehehhe, aku tetap sayang kau. LOL. Thennnn, we met their friends, Linda and Aina. We went to the Arcade and had fun! Hahahah. We played the racing twice. The basketball thing. And the spot the difference. Hahahha. It was fun! Thankkkkks! And thennnnn, we walked to Pasir Ris Park. It was funnnnn! Hahahhaha. Thaaaaat, i'll leave it to the pictures to do the telling. We depart from Pasir Ris Park close to 8 PM. There, Ikah and I said our goodbyes to Aisha who is living at Pasir Ris. Ikah and I took bus 21 back to Tampines, the journey there, we talked about Busuk and about my "great" friends. LOL. It was nice, the talking. Oh yeah, and I gave her her Froggy pencil (Aisha pun dpt, Aisha's was Mousey), her small spongebob cup, and Busuk's stuffs. LOL. Yeah, she sent me off at Tampines MRT station. I reached home at around 9.15 PM. Mum was like, heck malas nak layan ni anak. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I love them shitloads (okay, truckloads. infinity. wow)&lt;br /&gt;And Hisyam bubble dorg. Kesian korg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then at around 10 plus, we had a conference on the phone. Then Ikah passed the phone to Busuk. And, then... yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-8562759953698099306?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/8562759953698099306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=8562759953698099306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/8562759953698099306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/8562759953698099306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-happy-quite-yesterday-was-20th.html' title='i&apos;m happy (: , quite. yesterday was the 20th!'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-9084831628623105548</id><published>2008-06-15T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:09:33.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>I promise you, this is not an emo post.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha (:&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Ikah was at CCK north 5 yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;Her brother said that she was quiet, and i was like WHATTHEHELL, IKAH DIAM? TK DPT AH. Hahahaha. So I asked her brother to pass the phone to her. And then she called me, we talked and then Ikah wanted to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Ikah, aku masih tunggu eh kiss! Kay, Friday k!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we met at Yew Tee. Damn kecoh.&lt;br /&gt;Ikah called Shano up, she wanted to meet us at Cityhall. So we went to Cityhall.&lt;br /&gt;And and! Ikah EMO&lt;em&gt;PINK&lt;/em&gt;! HAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And And, Ikah, "Jom, jommm. Yok, kate nak g Cityhall. Jom lahhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;She was pulling and pulling my arm. PADAHAL SALAH STOP. Hahahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;Klakar sak kau Ikah (: Ching! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;After we met Shano at Cityhall, we went to Esplanade Library to sit around.&lt;br /&gt;I was emo-ing for &lt;em&gt;a bit&lt;/em&gt;. Not much. But they made me laugh la! Spoil je. Hahahhaha (:&lt;br /&gt;My Dad started calling and I was getting quite ________ .&lt;br /&gt;So we went off at around 7? Around that time. Shano wanted to meet Joyce for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Then they followed me to Greenridge Shopping Centre to buy my second sister's Toasted (not Roasted kay ikah) Twister at KFC. I bought for both of them Cheesefries each because I felt so bad lah.. They sent me home. I went home for like 5 seconds and then I went to the playground to accompany them(Shano) to eat. At first, Ikah mati-mati didn't want to eat the Cheesefries. However, I managed to pujuk her. Hehehehe (: Ikah and I talked about her brother for a bit. Yeah.. Hmmm. I went off at 9.15 PM. They went off a few minutes later as told by Ikah last night on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we talked on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Ikah, aku sayang kau lah (: Titi. NYAHAHAHHAHA :B hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to date again on (if all went well and as planned) Friday, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.... the 20th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss you very much. very. i hope that wasn't true. i really hope so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting my beloved Najihah, thanks for the phonecall.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fine now.&lt;br /&gt;To Juraymie, I'm really sorry. I know I was a bit kurang ajar and stuff. I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my eyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm screaming for a sight of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And tonight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm dreaming of all the things that we've been through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can't hold on to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I guess I'll be lonely too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'd rather be here with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-9084831628623105548?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/9084831628623105548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=9084831628623105548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/9084831628623105548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/9084831628623105548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello_15.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2965498557895353943</id><published>2008-06-14T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:27:24.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was Friday the 13th yesterday.</title><content type='html'>As i'm typing this, my mum's yabbing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;For fifteen minutes now..&lt;br /&gt;How can I, A'in, possibly put up with ALL this SHIT she's putting me through?&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite tired..&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm oh fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;(telinger aku nk muntah..)&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired siol.&lt;br /&gt;Aku perempuan kan? Ape? Kalau aku berbual on the phone tak boleh ahh?&lt;br /&gt;BISING LAH.&lt;br /&gt;Aku bingit tau tak? Kau bukan paham aku nyer masalah. And AKU TAKKAN BILANG KAU AKU NYER MASALAH. Aku ade kawan. Kau bilang aku macam maner aku nk duduk pat rumah diam diam kalau biler aku duduk rumah je ADE JER kau nyer comment. ADE JER aku buat salah. Ye la, aku kan ANAK YANG SOMBONG. Aku kan KURANG AJAR DENGAN KAKAK KAKAK AKU. Aku kan TAK KENANGKAN BUDI KORG PAT AKU. Ape lagi aku? Oh yah, aku anak tak gune. Aku anak yang tak sayang aku nyer family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect me to just sit around and talk to you about my problems when let me see, part of the problems I face are rooted from you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm already emotionally tired for the past few days, so pleeeeeease, jangan terokkan lagi the situation. Let me see, you don't like my friends, do you? APA KAU NAK. Dah lah, benci aku. Aku nyer kawan yg true mcm sikit, kalau kau tak suker dorg semer, kau nk aku kawan dgn org backstabber and people who put themselves above all others? Pleeeease. DAH LAH CUKUP. CUKUP. AKU DAH PENAT GILER BABI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired. Lethargic. Half-dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright..&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk to you about yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;It rained heavily, heavily, heaaaaaaaaaaavily.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Okay.&lt;br /&gt;When I went out of the toilet, it started raining meow2 and woof2.&lt;br /&gt;When I went out of the house, it was still quite heavy..&lt;br /&gt;I almost got myself into an accident, and my heart rannnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to release my stress and et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;With a friend. A girl.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to my mp3.&lt;br /&gt;A song.. it Almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for my friend at Jurong East for an Hour. Tried to stay calm and stable.&lt;br /&gt;She came, we went to IMM.&lt;br /&gt;We talked but didn't quite look and see.&lt;br /&gt;I broke down in public twice at IMM.&lt;br /&gt;Stares and stares, but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking about how I'm confused about certain things and I broke down.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to buy Takoyaki and Bandong.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 180 to Chinese Garden.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the wrong stop and we ended up having to walk through Jurong Park alllllll the way to Chinese Garden.&lt;br /&gt;The journey wasn't emotional, it was crazy. I tried to be kecoh so as to stop myself from brooding over some matters.&lt;br /&gt;We reached Chinese Garden.&lt;br /&gt;We took out all the coins we had to buy 1 Green Tea and 1 Chrysanthemum Tea from the vending machine. (cost us 1.70 and 1.60 respectively, expensive huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Tried to find shelter but it was to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;In the end we found a nice bench under a not-so-shady tree. It was near the toilet tho.&lt;br /&gt;Something happened there.. I started crying non-stop. Thanks friend for being there.&lt;br /&gt;I cried and cried and cried and cried and cried ......&lt;br /&gt;It was awkward, but heck, i neeeeeeed those tears. I cried like numerous number of times.&lt;br /&gt;(and my Friend now know that i'm still quite crazy even when in tears as at times I tried to crack some jokes and I even laughed when I was crying, and a few times I laughed first and then started crying uncontrollably)&lt;br /&gt;We went off at around 4 or 5 or later&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking, I just had to say:&lt;br /&gt;"7 more days.. Seven.." And I started crying again.&lt;br /&gt;I got hold of myself on the way to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Bebeh msged me about her little Sister. Sorry Naj, I couldn't console you.&lt;br /&gt;I called her, talked about something.&lt;br /&gt;And I cried again at the bus stop on the phone. Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;The bus came, I was in a daze. I couldn't think. I couldn't talk.&lt;br /&gt;I was just too tired.&lt;br /&gt;It was packed, the bus. I guess I was lucky then.&lt;br /&gt;But towards BP interchange, we got a seat.&lt;br /&gt;And I started crying again.&lt;br /&gt;And then I stopped when we reached the traffic light to BPP&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, kau nak rounding BPP dulu?" I said to my Friend&lt;br /&gt;"Kau okay? Boleh" She replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes ..." And I started crying again when we crossed the road.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh Ain, kite carik tempat duduk la.. Duduk bawah block tu" She said.&lt;br /&gt;"Dah sampai BPP ni, aku okay. Kite masuk ah" I said.&lt;br /&gt;She tried so hard to get my mind off things. She managed to.&lt;br /&gt;However, Juraymie called like I've no idea when, and I shouted at him on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;And then I was feeling a little better. No more tears. Too tired.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the pet shop.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went off.&lt;br /&gt;I received a message ...&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried again, but she helped me.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to my house. She had to wait downstairs as my parents were at home.&lt;br /&gt;And then I went out again to send my rented movies back to the shop.&lt;br /&gt;She went with me of course. By then it was 8 PM.&lt;br /&gt;I rented two more movies, The Kingdom and Mr Magorium's Wonderful Emporium (?) and we headed back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;She went in my house as my parents went to my grandmother's.&lt;br /&gt;I served her food and we watched half of Mr Magoriums yadda2.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a little dazed. She spotted it and kept on asking "Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;She went off at 9.45 PM. Thanks for being there with me okay (:&lt;br /&gt;I sent her off at Segar LRT station. We hugged.&lt;br /&gt;I rushed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(will you just stop it, mum? she's still yabbing.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went on the phone with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to know, but at first I didn't tell her.&lt;br /&gt;(I can't type the names, it's quite &lt;em&gt;confidential&lt;/em&gt; KAN?)&lt;br /&gt;We talked and talked. I cried twice. She still wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;I told her..&lt;br /&gt;We had a conferencing with another friend.&lt;br /&gt;We were quite crazy. I started singing with the first friend.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, the another friend had a bad day too on Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;However, on the phone, we started feeling so much better.&lt;br /&gt;I became the Kecoh Ain. I started singing all old songs.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;It didn't rain! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;However, towards the end, my foul mood came again..&lt;br /&gt;And the day ends at almost 4 AM for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you, it rained heavily yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who want to know what happened, please don't ask. I'm not yet quite stable. I cried this morning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2965498557895353943?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2965498557895353943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2965498557895353943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2965498557895353943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2965498557895353943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-was-friday-13th-yesterday.html' title='It was Friday the 13th yesterday.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2728902730035663138</id><published>2008-06-12T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:01:36.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HMM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO. IM DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, nevermind. im just.. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sha. Really (:&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since i received a sincere hug. (:&lt;br /&gt;And i'm really sorry about her. It's my fault. Really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from a friend last night. And suddenly my friend cried..&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's doing well today.. I really hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ,frankly speaking, think she hates me. Maybe hate is quite strong, but she dislikes me. It is kind of obvious. Just the way she looked at me yesterday. I don't know, but I really do think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who the fuck are you seriously to do that to my friend? Would you just stop being so oh-fucking-paranoid-and-jealous ? God, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day yesterday, so did Sha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least Sha got to see ain-in-action.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, i was chase by a Monkey! YES. MONKEY. I'M NOT KIDDING. IT HAPPENED YESTERDAY. (and stop laughing! it's damn scary! TRAUMATIC.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday damn embarassing. My primary schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I was going off, walking back home. And then I heard "Byeee" and then "Bye ainnn!"&lt;br /&gt;I was like WHATTHAFUCK. I turned and there was this group of guys waving. I was like "Siape sak?". And then they like "Ain sini sini! SINI! Kawan lamer kau luper" And then I shouted back "Siape?!" and they said something like "Man! (not the English Man , but Malay Man, oh nvm.)" I was like "Ah Man? Sulaiman?" And they went "Ah yerrr...." and aku malas nk layan and just walked off.. But then "AIN! SINI! NUMBER NUMBER! SINI AH!" I was like wtf, and just walked off.. I crossed the road and went to the bus stop, (that was where Sha hugged me) and then they "AIIN! TUNGGGGUUUUU!" and they came running. And i "APE KAU NAK? SIAPE SAK AKU LUPE!" They went "Kawan lamer kau ah! Kau dulu skola Ar-Raudah kan?!" And i was like Oh Shit, how the fuck do they know? And then I stareedddd, tried to remember, and ta-da! "EH! KAU RUSYDI EK?!" And i hit the bullseye! Hahaha, Okay, mcm quite pathetic there's like about 7-10 guys there and i only know 1.. Then aku kurangajar, "OKAY BYE!" Hahahahha. Malas sak nk layan. And they were like mcm shocked ah "Eh! APE SAK AIN?!" And i just walked off. Okay, kecoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Ikah, maner kau pegi?&lt;br /&gt;Abang kau pun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2728902730035663138?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2728902730035663138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2728902730035663138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2728902730035663138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2728902730035663138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm_12.html' title='HMM.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2444783064612100716</id><published>2008-06-11T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:11:50.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i went out to ehem-study with my beloved Najihah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the journey to Jurong East was pretty much just Ain-being-in-her-fucken-emo-mood. Yeah. I was trying so hard not to cry in the LRT. My sight was already blurred. Well i was just sms-ing and i sense something wrong. I think I know that something's not right. I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;So I met Najihah at JE. We went to Esplanade Library. It was so damn cold. Yeah.. And the table to our left had these 2 arrogant cb people. Haa, luckily we were in the library, if not, Naj and I would have just snap! Yeah. At around noon, we went to eat at Marina Square (and that was prolly the fifth time i'm there in exactly a week). We ate Nasi Lemak. Uhuh, so damn kecoh sak there! LOL. We were so bloody kecoh. Hahahhahahahahaha! Then we went back to study and i got so sick and tired of that motherfucking Physics. And I had a conflict, but it was solved. Then, I wrote a passage long of Love Lyrics and gave it to Najihah. Hahahha, it was sweet. I think I would have just died (okay, a little bit too dramatic, maybe faint?) of being touched. LOL. And thennnn, i received a call, so i went out of the library to answer it..&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Can I speak to Nur A'in from BPGHS?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Speaking.."&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Oh, Nur A'in, you missed your remedial lessons"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Ahhhhh?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "You had remedial lessons, but you missed it"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Remedial lessons? Huh? Ahhh?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Yes. In fact you missed two remedial lessons"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Ahhhhhh? Huh? *speechless*"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Yes.. May I ask why?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "I wasn't informed of any remedial lessons"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "You weren't informed?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Yeah. I wasn't. Umm, May I know for what subjects the remedial lessons were for?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Oh, umm, Maths and Geography.."&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Geography ehhhhhh?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Yes Geography."&lt;br /&gt;Me : "KURANG AJA KAU! SIAPE NI?! AKU TAK AMEK GEOGRAPHY SAK!"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! Me me me me, Juraymie!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "PUKIMAK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahaha. Kurang ajar siol! So imagine me shouting on the phone at Esplanade. LOL. Hahahhaha. I was so damn scared that I really missed remedial lessons! LOL. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Najihah. Really people. She's a great friend who really cares. Yes. I love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I love my some other friends too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to story,&lt;br /&gt;We went to Marina Square to look for some tops which is to no avail. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went off our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;She went to meet her friends, I went off to meet a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2444783064612100716?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2444783064612100716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2444783064612100716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2444783064612100716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2444783064612100716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/haiz.html' title='haiz.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-5036338580980024586</id><published>2008-06-09T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:55:53.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, pictures.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;These are the pictures for Saturday day out with Tino, Shano and Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209749208118814722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEy_TWbLaAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/H4rzfX14Now/s400/1_680536159l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what the fuchk is thaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;That's Shano on the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209749212516883138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEy_TmzwmsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Jjse3foYKTY/s400/1_353944797l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha. She didn't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209749216811091010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEy_T2zlBEI/AAAAAAAAALA/sERxZvHcZQo/s400/1_137935016l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, we rock \m/. Group photo. Oh, anyway, some angmoh guy took this for us, Naj naj! Mwahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209748985726177010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEy_GZ8pDvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5nkUyz0_iDc/s400/1_797405658l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was obviously taking pictures without her permission. Hahahaha. Tino was emoing. HEHEHEHE. Takde la, she had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had to get up at close to 4AM in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;We had to sent our beloved first sister off to China at Changi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209748964481868978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEy_FKzmpLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aRVyYnuwCKQ/s400/IMG_0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope she's safe and sound there..&lt;br /&gt;And also, i hope that she gets her well-deserved break and that she'll enjoy herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209748972799411522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEy_FpyqRUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MKOT4WY4gEk/s400/IMG_0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my fuck face! Hahahahhaha. Look at those eyebags. AIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209748977898708162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEy_F8ybXMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yqlCaW9XkwA/s400/IMG_0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209748982993598818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEy_GPxJOWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OhWLYazmqng/s400/IMG_0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Fuck Face and her first Sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterdayyy...&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Second Sister and her Farhan.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dull mood-&lt;br /&gt;1) I miss busuk shitloads&lt;br /&gt;2) Busuk didn't reply (he replied today..)&lt;br /&gt;3) I wanted to go out with him but i couldnt (see reason no. 2)&lt;br /&gt;Sighh..&lt;br /&gt;We went to Vivo. Farhan treated us Starbucks. As usual i drank Chocolate Cream Chip. Annnd, the whipped cream was eeew. (I made the yuck face when i tasted the whipped cream, and paisehly, some guys saw that fuchk face and they laughed. damn)&lt;br /&gt;And then we took the CNG cab (it looked big. but fuchk, it's small) to Marina Square to eat at Seoul Garden.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209754853235279010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEzEb8H0xKI/AAAAAAAAALI/fXGo7p8ScdY/s400/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, halfway through, i was soooo full. And again, my tummy started making shit. Really. Hahahha, i wanted to shit so muuuuch! And poor them, they couldn't savour the ice-cream. Stupid me! Hmmm. We took the cab home. Trust me, in the cab, i was like praying all the way that there's no traffic jam, it was Sunday for heaven's sake. LUCKY ME (and the taxi driver because there's no shit on the seat) THERE WASN'T! Hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;I went home first, Farhan and my sister went to BPPlaza to get her Vans shoes. DAMN NICE LAH SAK. Aku jealous. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-5036338580980024586?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/5036338580980024586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=5036338580980024586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5036338580980024586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5036338580980024586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-pictures.html' title='hello, pictures.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEy_TWbLaAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/H4rzfX14Now/s72-c/1_680536159l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6218535720843246789</id><published>2008-06-07T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:58:01.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAD A BLAST!</title><content type='html'>Hehe hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Atikah (busuk's lil sis), Aisha and Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you about yesterday, because i think i owe some of you an explanation. I was so damn worried yesterday ... (Atikah, thanks eh!) Actually what happened was that, Busuk didn't reply my msges and stuff, and he was from work. So as a kecoh panicky lady, i was damn worried! So i was worrying for like hours AND THEN, ikah msged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aku pinjam hp dier lahs . Heh heh ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, i wanted to like teleport there and strangle her!&lt;br /&gt;And because i was so damn relieved and i still miss him shitloads, i couldn't sleep till 3 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ofcourse, i love Atikah okay. Hahahhaha, kau baik ah friend! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;So Atikah was so sweet, she actually wanted to fetch me at BP, padahal dier masok BP pun belum pernah! Hahahaha. Instead, we met at CCK MRT station (to think that she is living in Tampines and came all the way to CCK to fetch me is sooooooooooo sweeeet! Muahahahhaha) at 10.30 AM. Kesian sak dia, kena bangun pukul 7! Okay takpe, next time aku fetch kau plak! Then i brought her naik lrt one whole round. Heh, gerek kan? Hahahha, i was the Tourguide! Hahahaha. And aku banyak bebual... TAKPE KAY? Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed to Cityhall to meet Aisha and Joyce. But we were early so we went to Marina Square. And i think i looked so damn generous that those kiddos started asking ME for donation! And i found a solution to solve these irritating problem, i just need to mess up my hair, cover my face, look down when i walk (in short, just look emo!) and NONE asked! Hahahahahha. Then, ikah received a call from Sha and we had to walk back to Cityhall MRT. LOL, and then, after we met them, we walked to Marina Square, again! Hahahahha. (I had fun, seriously) And we walked aimlessly at Marina Square, and then we went to Suntec City. Okay fun! Hahahahha. We went to Toys 'r' Us. And Ikah and Sha "kidnapped" my phone. LOL. Kay takpe.. Hahahhaha! Let me see.. Oh, we went Swensen's to eat. AND IKAH BELANJA AKU LA! Hahahahhaha, omg la, aku sayang kau. K i owe you a lot! And i got so fullllllllllll.. Really. I ate Curry Chicken Baked Rice. (no, i'm not going to eat that again, so muak.) Oh, we saw Ikah's sister. She works there.. (ikah's sister=busuk's sister) So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed a lot today. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to Esplanade to sit around (okay, lepak. hahaha). There are pictures. I will post it prolly tomorrow? See first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, probably, some of you are confused ...&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce them ...&lt;br /&gt;Busuk: I think you all should get the rough idea who he is? (unless ofcourse you are damn slow)&lt;br /&gt;Atikah: Also known as Ikah. She's busuk's lil sister. Okay, she's great. At first je pemalu.. Pastu she's just great (: fun and giler. VERY. k best, aku sayang kau ah! Hahahahaha. Okay really, she's nice. A great friend. Glad to meet you, miss. (k ching? hahahahha she taught me that! hahahahha klakar sak kau! *knocks our knuckles together*) Muahahhahaha! FUN FUN FUN. K AH KLUAR LAGIK AH!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha: Prefers to be called as Sha. She's Ikah's friend. Hahahaha, fun too! Nice and friendly. LOL. Annnnnnnd dier dgn ikah sukernyeeeeeeeeee secret secret tauuuu! Hahhahaha, takpe! Hehehhehe. Sha is fun (:&lt;br /&gt;Joyce: She is a malay-speaking eurasian. Okay, i love your eyes and hair! She's quiet and doesn't like to take photos. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(k ah Ikah, thanks eh. Aku nyer arm dah aching ni! HAHAHHAHAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today didn't end just yet..&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home, wore tudung and went out again! Hahahhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to meet my PakBusu!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehhehe. He wanted to treat us sisters (and ofcourse Farhan) to KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Klakar ah...&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahaha, i was laughing so much but it hurts so much!&lt;br /&gt;Because kannn, i wanted to shit since Swensen's. And you know.. Tahan taik bukan kerje senang okay! Hahhahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i bought a tube to go with that Cotton on shirt so tak sexy. Hhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on the way home, there was a freak accident!&lt;br /&gt;Teruk sakkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you a drawing soon ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day, i sincerely mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6218535720843246789?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6218535720843246789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=6218535720843246789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6218535720843246789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6218535720843246789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-blast.html' title='I HAD A BLAST!'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-78193273755086003</id><published>2008-06-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:04:09.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>now i know.&lt;br /&gt;after reading thatttttttt old blog..&lt;br /&gt;now i know..&lt;br /&gt;but where are you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-78193273755086003?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/78193273755086003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=78193273755086003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/78193273755086003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/78193273755086003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7916425516820138041</id><published>2008-06-06T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:18:54.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angst-ridden post</title><content type='html'>I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;It's like i really don't have baju.&lt;br /&gt;I've been wearing tshirts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And when i bought just 1 pathetic baju from Cotton On, Mum said that i should STOP buying clothes! And she said clothes with the S! What the hell? Since when do i have TONS of baju? Since when do i occupy the LARGEST cupboard? What the hell.. I'm pissed. I am always in the wrong WHEN I AM NOT. K AH. LAIN KALI TAKYAH BELI BAJU. PAKAI BAJU SAMER HARI HARI TAK PAYAH BASUH OKAY. BAJU SAMPAI KOYAK RABAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop TALKING ABOUT MONEY. Stop talking about me ASKING FOR MONEY TO TOP UP MY CARD. If you realised, i'll only ask ONCE A MONTH FROM YOU. I made THAT a POINT. BINGIT SIOL. AND I'VE WAITED FOR SOOO LONG TO BUY JEANS. AND WHAT I ALWAYS HEAR WAS "Tunggu GSS". WHEN I REALLY CANT WAIT ANYMORE, I FINALLY REMINDED YOU THAT I NEED JEANS BECAUSE MY OLD JEANS ARE TOO BIG. AND I SAVED MY MONEY TO BUY THAT GUITAR. SO STOP BRINGING OUT YOUR SUPPOSED FACT THAT I AM WASTING MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the reason why i need to get out of my house. can't she talk about other stuffs? and what's the difference if i watched the Big TV so that i will not use this Small Laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well of course to some, this is life. EVERYONE GOES THROUGH THIS PHASE IN LIFE. AND I SHOULDNT HAVE MAKE A BIG DEAL OUT OF THIS.&lt;br /&gt;SO ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOU USED TO LOVE THIS? ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOU ENJOY IT? YOU DON'T MIND IT? IF YOU DO, &lt;em&gt;you are such a big damn liar, and i am not gullible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hate it when someone commented that they think i am now ____________, she'll say "Oh, dia stress.."&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, YEAH WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;And i hate it when you say "Kau nak mampus cepat"&lt;br /&gt;And i hate it when my sisters disturb me and then when i snapped they say "Oh ain dah action, dah tak sayang kiter lagi"&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;How would you like it if i disturb you and then say you don't love your family anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, even if i said this, I am in the wrong..&lt;br /&gt;What can i do?&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to speak up, will anyone even bother to listen?&lt;br /&gt;Understand?&lt;br /&gt;Because, I, A'in, am a rebel, problematic, troublesome, a blacksheep, don't love my family, dumb, secretive... fill in the million blanks my friend. And the most important reason is, I am always in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for my existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7916425516820138041?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7916425516820138041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7916425516820138041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7916425516820138041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7916425516820138041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/angst-ridden-post.html' title='angst-ridden post'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-574942765741580953</id><published>2008-06-06T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:40:10.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helllllllooo..</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;(: i'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;RIGHHT. so i stayed at home the whole day of yesterday. And worse, nowadays, i'm only allowed to use the laptop for one hour. THIS IS WHAT THAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOU HAVE AN ENVIRONMENTAL FRIENDLY MUM. Tsk. Okay, yeah whatever. As a good daughter, i would also have to put in my effort to bring our household bills down. (but please don't deny me of my half an hour of water wasting activity that makes me smell good!) Hmmmm. Tomorrow, i WILL be going out. With Atikah and Aisha. I really do hope Busuk can make it tomorrow! Please please please! Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had ngaji. And thennnnn.. Kay ah ader orang giler tu kan, dier kan, dier kan, bacer msg msg ahhhh! Buat malu je! HMMMMMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;BILANG EH BILANG EH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-574942765741580953?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/574942765741580953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=574942765741580953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/574942765741580953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/574942765741580953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/helllllllooo.html' title='helllllllooo..'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-1869662539576054277</id><published>2008-06-05T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:59:26.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to rot at home today and tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;I went out on Friday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY OR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;But i've to stay at home if i wanna go out merayap again soon.&lt;br /&gt;SOON!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-1869662539576054277?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1869662539576054277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=1869662539576054277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1869662539576054277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1869662539576054277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello_05.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-3157808257636265886</id><published>2008-06-03T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:04:07.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>Hello bozos.&lt;br /&gt;So sundayy..&lt;br /&gt;It was madrasah day and *censored*.I didn't pay attention during the whole of the madrasah session. Ain is a good girl, only that she was feeling ungood yesterday.AND THEN, blalalala, lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day of ISP ( !!!! )&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhaha.. Okay, first up was Chemistry Mock Exam. Okay... Hahaha. Then our literature lesson was somewhat just normal? And recess was damn uneventful and History lessons are becoming increasingly boring. And then, it was our so-called Learning Journey to the Movies. Hahahaha. We (the graduating classes) watched Indiana Jones. It was fine.. Funny. And i sat next to Firdaus. Damn disgusting sak him. Takut aku. Horny nak mampus. Alrightttt.. And then Sakeenah went to find some penguin cards which is to no avail. Sharina and i then went home, and we talked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Sharina. I just got back. Hahahha.. she bought her jeans at THAT shop, macam again sak. Muker aku dah biaser pat tempat tu. Then we went OG and got into the same fitting room and i tried this baju on. HAHAHA. Okay... It was fun! We were super crazy! And John Little! LOL. We took like 10 tops altogether! HAHAHAHA. It was fun. I had a great day.. And.. Guess whatttttttt.. I SAW ATIKAH! Hahahahhaha! Busuk's little sister. Siak, at first muka mcm moody sak. LOL. Andddd thennnnnnnn, padahal dia pemalu. Jengjeng! Giler pemalu giler. HAHAHAHAHHA! And her friend, Aisha, main catching-catching ngan dier. Korang cute ah giler. Hahahahhaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3157808257636265886?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3157808257636265886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=3157808257636265886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3157808257636265886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3157808257636265886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-3214862902274869448</id><published>2008-05-31T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:36:50.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO GO OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3214862902274869448?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3214862902274869448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=3214862902274869448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3214862902274869448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3214862902274869448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/eee.html' title='EEE.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-8189637510319252790</id><published>2008-05-31T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:33:42.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist</title><content type='html'>` dates&lt;br /&gt;` new jeans ( i know ju, i neeeeeeeeeeeeeed it!)&lt;br /&gt;` tops&lt;br /&gt;` new phone&lt;br /&gt;` good picks ( saif, tortexxxxx. awe-in-one. hahahah, aku ikut kau siol )&lt;br /&gt;` more dates! ( just buzz me! i'm damn free T.T )&lt;br /&gt;` more tops ( im sick of my wardrobe )&lt;br /&gt;` that thingey around the neck! ( black! )&lt;br /&gt;` more more more dates! ( i'm desperate to NOT rot. )&lt;br /&gt;` phone calls&lt;br /&gt;` i want money ( actually, i need money )&lt;br /&gt;` more jeans ( ish )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-8189637510319252790?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/8189637510319252790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=8189637510319252790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/8189637510319252790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/8189637510319252790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/wishlist.html' title='wishlist'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7032882371640903107</id><published>2008-05-31T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:48:55.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another boring post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206383247079041986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEDJ-oaw68I/AAAAAAAAAJw/fnQzdYKe1p8/s400/Image248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Anif! (kay, FINA. hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello .. Today, i shall rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is soo unlike Nur A'in. For the past how many weeks, SATURDAYS ARE OUT-DAYS. However, today, i shall just rot at home. Rotting now. Oh shit! My index finger just dropped out. Yikes. Hahahahhaha, okay that's lame. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, today, i was supposed to have my first Acoustic session (padahal aku belum pass ape2) with classmates, tapi dorang gi cancel. THANKS EH. I WAS SO LOOKING FORWARD TO PLAYING THE GUITAR. Hahahahhaha. Kay kay tidak mengapa. So since today was cancelled, i went out to ehem-play-the-guitar yesterday. Firstly, i looked so out of place with the guitar at our first destination. Secondly, i was jakon most of the time. Thirdly, i went off schedule. Hahahaha. Okay, despite all these, i had a great time and i hope you do too although i talked a lot. Hahahahahha. &lt;em&gt;How was my punch?&lt;/em&gt; Lalalalalala. Hahahha, and my malay damn bagus, i know. HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out. Really. But it's raining anjing dan kucing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206383255668976594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEDJ_Iaw69I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fQHkakMlKw0/s400/Image260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked like a damn minah. LOOKED LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206383255668976610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEDJ_Iaw6-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Vgi1W2p2HXw/s400/Image263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute tak?! Hahahhaha, A is not for Ain. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BUSUK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7032882371640903107?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7032882371640903107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7032882371640903107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7032882371640903107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7032882371640903107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-boring-post.html' title='another boring post.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SEDJ-oaw68I/AAAAAAAAAJw/fnQzdYKe1p8/s72-c/Image248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2699884295542259513</id><published>2008-05-29T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:20:09.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;!.nan / says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cannot emo emo laaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;!.nan / says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;!.nan / says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;be a tough bitch =D (compliment) i've been saying tt haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;tough biiiitch!&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;!.nan / says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah we're all though bitches! so Say No to Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;mcm myuk sak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;!.nan / says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;!.nan / says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh well =) just DONT be emo ok. it's nt gd fr ur health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;OKAYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;иυя α`ιи        Asmine     says:&lt;br /&gt;SAPER TU TGH BBL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;!.nan / says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fine... im emo-ingggg *blocks face with hair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we the tough bitches. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Sakeenah sakeenah, dulu-dulu aku emo, sekarang kau plak emo eh girl. LOL. Alright, Sakeenah, i knew her since secondary 1. LOL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frankly, &lt;/span&gt;we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt; each other. Kan kan kan?! We used to fight like all the time. Okay, thaaaaat terok. However, we're okay now. Macam, your other friends left you and she's still there. Thanks kay.. Oh yahhh, i remembered, we had a coffee talk sometime in early this year! REMEMBER?! Hahahahha. At BPP Starbucks! I missed Crystal Growing for that! Oh, and the case of the HOLEY straw. LOL. Hmmm.. we used to talk about this girl whom we dislike (let's sing : Hate is a strong word, but i really really really don't like you) I LOVE YOU TOUGH BITCH ALTHOUGH WE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; FIGHT. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw girl, just move on okay? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dia boleh pergi blah.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;So just now, sis's grad day was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Sharina Abd. Razak (sister, duh) who received her Specialist Diploma certificate in Maritime yadda2.&lt;br /&gt;Annnd, aku paiseh kan diri aku lagiiik!&lt;br /&gt;Just now, when we wanted to go home, there's this weird gate(Okay it's not weird but i'm AGAINST it!) and i was like "Eh macam mane ni nk kluar?!" AND, THERE WAS A GROUP OF MATS OUTSIDE! They were laughing at me ah! Sial la, malu! Then one mat said "Oh actually kan, kalau nak kluar kene panjat atas" WHATTHEHELLLAOKAY. Aku dah malu gila tak payah malukan lagi please!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2699884295542259513?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2699884295542259513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2699884295542259513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2699884295542259513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2699884295542259513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/tough-bitch.html' title='Tough bitch!'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-9053912004550747196</id><published>2008-05-29T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:14:01.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>I skipped school today because i need to attend my sister's graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha, happy gilak siol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss busuk.&lt;br /&gt;ISP coming to an end.. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think mum's already cool with me having a guitar, yeah. I asked her yesterday if i can go out on Saturday for an acoustic session with my classmates, she said YES! YEEEHA. I mean, she didn't just say yes, she said i can't indulge myself with my guitar until i put my studies aside. So yeah! Hahahhaha. So far, i managed to remember Em, E, G, C and D7. I've been trying to play the IV-ii- whatever shit okayy.. Hahaha. OKAY, MIMPI YANG SEMPURNA SOON PLEEASE! &lt;em&gt;Korang &lt;/em&gt;kene ajar aku tau, THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaaaaaaar, dier pat mane.. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd, to those who thought i was emo-ing yesterday, i WAS. Hahahahha, i just felt like shit out of sudden. To Liyana, i'm sorry for saying that i was just feeling damn tired. Haha, i wouldn't want anyone to ask me why this why that. I'm fine now ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;k TOODLES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you like banyak banyak sekali, botol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-9053912004550747196?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/9053912004550747196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=9053912004550747196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/9053912004550747196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/9053912004550747196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello_29.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2076747472334159398</id><published>2008-05-27T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:52:25.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wassup dawg.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to school on the Holidays! Okay whatever. I tucked in (:&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. We had Chemistry paper 1 mock exam. Was okay, i guess. But no one was in the mood to do anything, so it was quite tensionless. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my back hurts. AHHHH! Okay takpe, tahan k cbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-amaths students (okay specifically me &amp;amp; the two boys) could go home earlier. We were unofficially released at 1 pm. I waited for them to play their street soccer. Okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt;. So in the end we went off at 1.50PM. See, a'in DAMN BAIK HATI OKAY. Hahahahha. Naseb korang ah bola tu tak hit aku. Hahhaha, k step maner peh fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh, diertu kerja from 12 noon to 6 am! What the hell okay. Nanti i haunt that Irene okay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, wow, the song that i don't really like is STUCK in my head and i cannot stop myself from LISTENING to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's like a star, like a star, like a star, star, star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rihanna Syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i went out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;, AGAIN. Hahahha, bloody mangkok, thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; my ez-link was left with negative amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i want to sleep later. Since there's nothing else i can do because smelly is not present at this moment. Awwwh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you, i miss you soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember?! Finch's song. Letters to you if i'm not wrong. Zaman biler sak tu beb. Mwahahahhaha. And Zul is sooo like my trainer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padahal&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2076747472334159398?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2076747472334159398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2076747472334159398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2076747472334159398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2076747472334159398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/wassup-dawg.html' title='wassup dawg.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-307376388915618286</id><published>2008-05-26T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:36:23.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bought my guitar. I went with this 2 friends of mine. I was late, but not very kan.. Hahaha. I had a blast. Thanks eh korang .. Really (: It was fun and great. The only problem was, mum did not accept the fact that i want to play a guitar. She reacted quite harshly. I think the source of this is the branding(stereotypes) people got used too. As for her, she thinks that a guitar is only meant for m&amp;amp;ms at the void deck. If that's the case, do not listen to the radio because all the songs have at least one guitarist, and all guitarists are hopeless people. I'm still kind of sad because i bought a guitar (i took me a month to save money alright) but i cannot TOUCH it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SDpYlIaw66I/AAAAAAAAAJg/SScwJBqDVc8/s1600-h/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204569714318175138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SDpYlIaw66I/AAAAAAAAAJg/SScwJBqDVc8/s400/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha, okay... padahal i was just strumming the E chord. Hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out with my sisters. Shopping. Yeah it was MAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SDpaC4aw67I/AAAAAAAAAJo/kn8Wra_GMQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204571324930911154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SDpaC4aw67I/AAAAAAAAAJo/kn8Wra_GMQ0/s400/IMG_0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She spent over 200bucks in a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and let's sing, I'm a Little Teapot, short and stout!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-307376388915618286?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/307376388915618286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=307376388915618286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/307376388915618286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/307376388915618286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello_26.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SDpYlIaw66I/AAAAAAAAAJg/SScwJBqDVc8/s72-c/IMG_0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-3943375922154091917</id><published>2008-05-24T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:02:22.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>hey there,&lt;br /&gt;wow, lookie, an edited template. hahahahhaha. i received 2 feedbacks (one from sakeenah and another from ju) that they can't access my sidebar (okay what ever you call it, the one on the right). so i had to shrink the whole template, annnnnnnnd, i added a new song and its first verse at the top. Damn nice ah this song? hahahahahha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm buying what i've been waiting for today. okay, i think to some, i am being a chippy lil mysterious here. but okay.. i'll SHOW you what i bought okay. HAPPY? Hahahahha. My budget will be $130. Okay, aku tak sure kalau cukup tak. We (2 friends and my ever kaypoh second sister, TSK) will be going to Bras Basah, orrrrrr, Peninsular. Yeahhh ... (FUCK, confirm banyak budak melayu merepek! Not being racist because i AM a malay, at least 0.5Malay. I meant, mats and minahs. korang bau pengs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. I've no idea why, but someone was being moody yesterday. Oh yes, i confess, i was moody too (and that i might be the cause of this). But, i'm soo sorry kay? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterdayy,&lt;br /&gt;Have you all ever heard ANYONE copying a Situational Writing (Malay surat kiriman) or Dialogue(Malay Dialog) for homeworks?&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahahhaha, Amalina and i DID. Hahahahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was damn kecoh. Especially the 2 hours of free period before the start of Malay ISP. Amalina and i were like DAMNED. We didn't complete our homeworks that were due most prolly 2 weeks ago. And we're like COPYING each other's works. Hahahhaha. And WE COULDNT STOP SHOUTING AND LAUGHING OUT LOUD. Okay, at least we didn't go Rolling On the Floor Laughing Our Asses Off. Hahahahhaha! It was fun. Let's do it again! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and went out again.. My sisters and i went to town. Big sis bought for me this dress. Thanks yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;(i'm fucking sad, still.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3943375922154091917?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3943375922154091917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=3943375922154091917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3943375922154091917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3943375922154091917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2846001781927489720</id><published>2008-05-20T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:38:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the twentieth</title><content type='html'>you mean everything;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for everything;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2846001781927489720?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2846001781927489720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2846001781927489720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2846001781927489720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2846001781927489720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-twentieth.html' title='it&apos;s the twentieth'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7132003616981290144</id><published>2008-05-18T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:08:00.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SingPost is damn efficient.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yess. DAMN efficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, i sent a letter..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, a letter, &lt;em&gt;slow mail&lt;/em&gt;. On 16th May, Friday.. And aku damn bengap i tell you! Buat paiseh je. Firstly, i've no idea where to buy the stamp from. So i asked this woman, where can i get a stamp, she said you have to join the queue. Then dah beli stamp semer, (oh the stamp was 80cents) i've no idea where to paste it! HAHAHAHA. I was pacing to and fro outside the post office. Before that, in school, Saiful said "&lt;em&gt;top right hand corner&lt;/em&gt;".. Then, i forgotten. Cbai! Hahaha, so i called my first sister ah, and i sounded damn &lt;strong&gt;dumb&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hello, kakak eh.. kakak! Stamp nk paste pat mane ah?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha, cbai sak. Okay, then the stamp huuhaa was over, BUT, i've no fucking idea where to place the letter into! Hahaha! Okay, to YOU, it might seem easy. But for your information, there was 2 boxes outside the postoffice! One was the mail mail, and the other was &lt;strong&gt;FRANKED MAIL&lt;/strong&gt;. i was like, DAMN! Punyer lah susah. I chose the right box! Hahahha, i didn't choose FRANKED MAIL, because it sounded like PRANK MAIL. Hahahah! &lt;strong&gt;I'm the biggest bozo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell was i stupid. I didn't REMEMBER that Saturday IS a &lt;em&gt;working day&lt;/em&gt;! Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was like, yay happy! Because the letter might be sent on Tuesday. Because supposing Saturday isn't a working day, neither is Sunday nor Next Monday! (vesak day, public holiday) BUT, you see, the &lt;strong&gt;world's biggest bozo&lt;/strong&gt; forgot that SATURDAY IS A WORKING DAY. So mcm i received a message on&lt;strong&gt; Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I dah dpt bended ala tu.. :P"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like, WHAT?! Ehh, a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little bit&lt;/span&gt; TOOO EARLY LA SIAK! Hahahahaha! Damn malu sehhhhhhhhhh... UWAHHHH. hahhahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K dah cukup,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. AND GUESS WHATTTTTT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so damn proud of meself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahhaha! YESTERDAY FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drank Anything and Whatever! LOL! HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sial jakun. And i was so damn kiasu la, i bought BOTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i got Peach Tea, and this Isotonic drink which had a kiss of lime (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201657018518897570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SC__f7A8g6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/uiiO3Cyrxwg/s400/anyth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni kes malas nk transfer image to laptop. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7132003616981290144?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7132003616981290144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7132003616981290144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7132003616981290144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7132003616981290144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/singpost-is-damn-efficient.html' title='SingPost is damn efficient.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SC__f7A8g6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/uiiO3Cyrxwg/s72-c/anyth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-1664940690493159330</id><published>2008-05-15T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:56:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello there. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss you like so fucken much! reallllllyyyyyyy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ONE MONTH? OMG LA! ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;so hello mister and missus.&lt;br /&gt;WOW, i have not shit today. Hahahahha! Hurrrrrah!&lt;br /&gt;So i'll be saving my kaching till the end of May! I wanna buy something. Yeah, something i've wanted since like years ago. But never have i felt the fucking urge and temptation to buy it since the day before yesterday. (Okay, if you really &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to know what the hell it is, ask me personally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn, i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, because i've not been posting for so fucking long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm still breathing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahhhhh! End of May is like EONS away. Ain can't wait, she just CAN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Updates on A'in:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- i've been on a constant look out for Tiger nowadays. Come on, i CANNOT risk getting into trouble again. Yeah he called me "The Most Stubborn Girl I've Met". Ye la, aku kepala batu. Actually besi pun alright gak, and when you directly translate it to english, it'll be METAL HEAD! Mwahahaha. Yeah baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- been drawing again. YESSAH! Hahahhahaha. Quite normal to see me indulging myself with my Handydandy Sketchbook nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- i've been away from DeviantArt for months now. Okay, aku macam dah malas nak g. Hahahha, NO AIN NO. Poor canon darling.. Ahh, i have tons of pictures of Sungei Buloh etc, but aku malas. What can i fucking do, tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've been going out nowadays ... AHHH, i need new jeans! and i want tshirts. and i want so other stuff. oh, i've been eyeing skirts too ... i need a ____ ________ tau. But i'll be damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- i want to blog with colours. LOL, i think it's more appealing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- and Daniel have been singing Touch My Body. He'll go eh, ain, eh "Touch my body". And i'll go "Stop it sak!" Tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- i want to cook! Okay, this is random. But out of the sudden, i feel like cooking like i did 2 years ago. Hahahaha! Nasi Goreng..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- and i've been going out with &lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt; for a couple of times. and i need to go out again soon. okay &lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;? my fucking &lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;, although to others' point of view we're always fighting and stuffs, but it's just that, we ARE loud. we shout and punch and slap and kick. oh, i need to kick your fucking ass soon la &lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay, i love and miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-1664940690493159330?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1664940690493159330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=1664940690493159330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1664940690493159330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1664940690493159330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn-you-hello.html' title='damn you hello!'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6216310489905145158</id><published>2008-05-14T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:21:38.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha, wow.</title><content type='html'>i've been shitting like non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku malas nk blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6216310489905145158?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6216310489905145158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=6216310489905145158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6216310489905145158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6216310489905145158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/05/haha-wow.html' title='haha, wow.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-9157953119925081880</id><published>2008-04-29T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:59:04.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been long</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;ok seriously, i wanted to update like SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to blog about since like LAST LAST WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, when i get online, i just don't feeeeeeeel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test 2 people, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;HML was whatever la, no idea what to write about&lt;br /&gt;English was merepek.&lt;br /&gt;SS is idk la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, someone is spotty. SPOTTY. hahahhahahahahhahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;kesian dier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-9157953119925081880?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/9157953119925081880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=9157953119925081880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/9157953119925081880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/9157953119925081880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-long.html' title='it&apos;s been long'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-5556508739041061152</id><published>2008-04-17T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:31:13.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;always kena buih. knnbccb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;haha, very very very chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i dropped phone into water like 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;only that the sound system, the one that emits the music, sounded rusty at times.&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, rusty phone.&lt;br /&gt;rusty rusty.&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'm gg to put my phone on vibrating mode most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;eeek, imagine it was put on General mode, and out of the sudden, someone called.&lt;br /&gt;"Creeak creeeak *nokia tune* creeak creeak"&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaaha! Okay, that'll be embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;The saddest part is that, i just bought this phone LAST year. damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-5556508739041061152?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/5556508739041061152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=5556508739041061152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5556508739041061152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5556508739041061152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/tsk.html' title='tsk.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2842200018956501642</id><published>2008-04-16T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:28:37.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/fantasmojo/bloggah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'll not be blogging for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;and sorry. i'm just feeling sooo cranky.&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2842200018956501642?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-784748242307251004</id><published>2008-04-13T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:44:01.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>the saddest thing is to not know why you're sad. really.&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts you when you're starting to doubt that someone you trust so much.&lt;br /&gt;and when people you know start leaving, people you don't know start attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;em&gt;please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just having those weird moods.&lt;br /&gt;i need a break.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wants to go out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-784748242307251004?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-273100040296972997</id><published>2008-04-13T14:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:18:11.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syf 2008</title><content type='html'>okay, let the pictures do the talking. Anw, if you enlarge the pics and then want to get back to my blog, just double click the back button (the normal back button that exists in every web browser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SAGzZNnwsYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/P6Oel_3Y6KU/s1600-h/IMG_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188625491442053506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SAGzZNnwsYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/P6Oel_3Y6KU/s400/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SAGzRtnwsXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3GXMCSp1y20/s1600-h/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188625362593034610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SAGzRtnwsXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3GXMCSp1y20/s400/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SAGzKtnwsWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/12GXApPPpqQ/s1600-h/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188625242333950306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SAGzKtnwsWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/12GXApPPpqQ/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SAGyetnwsUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3cbW7zemraE/s1600-h/IMG_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188624486419706178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SAGyetnwsUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3cbW7zemraE/s320/IMG_0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SAGyYtnwsTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/t_3SVX34X_c/s1600-h/IMG_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188624383340491058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SAGyYtnwsTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/t_3SVX34X_c/s320/IMG_0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-273100040296972997?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/273100040296972997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=273100040296972997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/273100040296972997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/273100040296972997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/syf-2008.html' title='syf 2008'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/SAGzZNnwsYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/P6Oel_3Y6KU/s72-c/IMG_0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-881689694477622069</id><published>2008-04-09T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:41:39.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i love bfmv</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;embed name="myflashfetish" align="middle" src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf" width="218" height="155" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=9079638&amp;amp;path=2008/04/09&amp;amp;mycolor=0x231C24&amp;amp;mycolor2=0x432024&amp;amp;mycolor3=0x984537&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=3&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=6"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="left"&gt;This is the reason why i love BFMV so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="left"&gt;Kicks ass! This is the ending of the song Curses &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="left"&gt;Well ofcourse, if you're smart enough, i need not remind you that you have to pause my blog song. Also, you have to stop this snippet of the song after you've finished listening, or, it will not stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-881689694477622069?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/881689694477622069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=881689694477622069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/881689694477622069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/881689694477622069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-i-love-bfmv.html' title='why i love bfmv'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-4346638320043611951</id><published>2008-04-09T19:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:04:05.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bukom</title><content type='html'>hello :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, some irritating asshole kept on calling and then terminating the call before i could even answer. It happened for like fcking 5 times. So i held my phone, getting ready, thumbs on the green button. *buzzbuzz .. nokia tune* quickly pressed the button, almost curse like hell, and then i realised it was the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; did not sleep. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, school was quite uneventful, EXCEPT FOR MALAY LESSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha fuck la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i was applying liquid paper on my fullscap. So they started pulling it and i pulled back and put it on my face. Liquid was not dry. So there was one big spot of liquid paper on my cheek. Hahahhaha. They were all like laughing like HELL. I was like, "Cikgu saya nk pergi ke tandas". I had to wait for her to find the Student Pass infront of the class! I kept on covering my face, but i found out later that i didn't cover the spot! LOL. Worse was when i went to the toilet, the sec 3s had just finished their recess. OMG. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and firdaus mcm sial, i found out from saiful that he said "she got c** on her face" bloody mangkok!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pity those who didn't have a chance to go to Bukom. I pity you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Bukom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Shell Refinery at Pulau Bukom.&lt;br /&gt;The starting of the tour was fucken dry. They showed two videos. It can make you sleep! I almost slept. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The bus tour was SUPERB. It was quite short la, but still, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures! Damn, i actually left my canon in sch. How stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212732413790802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_yuf0HoSlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_i2NnCo8lqI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucken beautiful kn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212736708758114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_yugEHoSmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/C7rhV1FuRHU/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're are not in Singapore, we're at Pulau bukom. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212741003725426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_yugUHoSnI/AAAAAAAAAII/ovnvqp9IBlI/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally LOVE this. See the stone hanging there? LOL. and read the signboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212745298692738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_yugkHoSoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6pGMLwW0PJ0/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. This is like the only place we cn take photographs at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way home ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187212745298692754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_yugkHoSpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xyiXQthOV4k/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm quite amazed that i still haven't gotten any tembel..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home with Jiajing, Zahid and Saiful.&lt;br /&gt;And guys, true, i am a loner (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-4346638320043611951?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/4346638320043611951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=4346638320043611951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4346638320043611951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4346638320043611951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/bukom.html' title='bukom'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_yuf0HoSlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_i2NnCo8lqI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2993537862611461926</id><published>2008-04-08T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:43:06.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesdays with ain.</title><content type='html'>Hello you!&lt;br /&gt;Last night was super embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to laugh at someone and then in the end i had to laugh at myself. Damn! Hahhahahaha. Okay, i did fall asleep but i did it okay. Success! Hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had our class photo taking session. Can you believe it? I had to sit infront! Disgraceful. I'm not short. Really. I swear to god that i am not short. Damn! Tsk. The rest of the day was way to dry. During Form Class period, we had to go to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip the coming conversation if you do not want to bore yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iman: Oh you're alone.&lt;br /&gt;Me : My friends are there, behind.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Anyway, so are you.&lt;br /&gt;Iman: Haha, no, i have my friends&lt;br /&gt;Me : Kay.&lt;br /&gt;Iman: I just finished malay&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wow&lt;br /&gt;Iman: How long d'you usually write&lt;br /&gt;Me : 1, 2 pages?&lt;br /&gt;Iman: I see i see.&lt;br /&gt;(i quietly climbed up the stairs)&lt;br /&gt;Iman: Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I'm sleepy&lt;br /&gt;(i walked infront quietly)&lt;br /&gt;Iman: You know i was laughing the whole day&lt;br /&gt;Me : Giler&lt;br /&gt;Iman: Why you very quiet today?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Quiet? *screams ahhh* No, not quiet.&lt;br /&gt;(Iman laughed)&lt;br /&gt;(cheering shit started)&lt;br /&gt;(going back to class)&lt;br /&gt;Iman: Are you tired? You look restless.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah, tired of ... school.&lt;br /&gt;(i just walked ahead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, i've no idea why i'm posting our conversation. But, i think that is what i can remember for today. Yes, i was quite moody. Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay class was ofcourse kecoh. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily in school. I was like "Are you gg hme?" And no one's gg home yet. Then miraculously the rain stopped. I took the lrt home, and fuck, it started raining heavily again. Hahhahaha! I'm wet. Still am. Anw, i can't believe it, i just &lt;em&gt;glared &lt;/em&gt;and this group of minahs and i rolled my eyes infront of them. Okay, ain tak carik pasal. They were staring. I dig your fucking eyeballs out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2993537862611461926?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2993537862611461926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2993537862611461926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2993537862611461926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2993537862611461926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/tuesdays-with-ain.html' title='tuesdays with ain.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-3221731563295291346</id><published>2008-04-07T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:36:14.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mournday.</title><content type='html'>i fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;This shows that Hannibal Rising didn't help, too much talking, so little gory scenes.&lt;br /&gt;tsk!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;anw, yesterday, i went to bukit panjang plaza. I was feeling very impatient and moody. Okay, don't worry, no one made me feel that way. I was just feeling weird. It was out of the sudden. Shit! Ahhhhh.. So yeah. I went to bukit panjang plaza with second sis. First stop, we went to Bata. omfg. The effing stalker guy &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; still there! Sharina, ingat tak si diertu? LOL. he was there. That weird guy. I'm scared of him la. So i was like "I hate that bata guy" and i was feeling so fucken negative yesterday, so, it went from..&lt;br /&gt;"I hate that bata guy"&lt;br /&gt;"I hate kids holding balloons. I don't trust them."&lt;br /&gt;"I hate kids who think they're so big they stare at you"&lt;br /&gt;"I hate that stupid bitch who's following where i go"&lt;br /&gt;"I hate queues"&lt;br /&gt;"I hate people who block my way"&lt;br /&gt;"I hate kids who act cute"&lt;br /&gt;"Stop asking me what i want!"&lt;br /&gt;"How many times must i tell you not to ask me?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever, i don't care. Don't tell me"&lt;br /&gt;yes, i was the world's biggest bitch yesterday. I've no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Tiger was super merepek. SUPER. I was nice enough to meet him and in the end what i got was "Go away" and "You're talking rubbish".&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when do adults listen to what we have to say?&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if we're telling nothing but lies you know..&lt;br /&gt;And why the fuck would i want to lie to my Discipline Master after that traumatic incident during my earlier years in bpghs?&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add maths was boring and pissifying.&lt;br /&gt;It was a free period of course, duh.&lt;br /&gt;I sat next to Iman and then as usual we started talking.&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the monkeys (the sec 1s) came and started acting like monkeys on fire. Cbai. Nonsense i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timed prac was okay. Wasn't feeling that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was HAHA-ing. Liyana! Hahahhaha! Somehow this plushie hit her head. LOL. I splashed Chocolate Milk on myself. How stupid! Hhahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG was okay. At least weiwei talked to us. HAHAHHAHA! Liyana and i fought with Jeremy. OMG YES! Like finally. Since last year, we were like putting up with his fucking nonsense. Today he just blew it. So then Liyana and i was like bitching about him in Malay. Hahhaha DIER CONFIRM TAU. That was our intention anyway. Hahhaha. And then i was so mean.. I called Atiqah (sec 2) to join in our bitchings. ROFL. It was fun. Okay, i seriously have no idea he was THAT DESPERATE. Nyahahahhahahha! I was crazy, as usual. Liyana kept on asking me about stuffs that are not meant to be asked!&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask. Hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, can you believe it? CG was the most fun thing today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3221731563295291346?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3221731563295291346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=3221731563295291346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3221731563295291346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3221731563295291346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-mournday.html' title='happy mournday.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-1139239818122841646</id><published>2008-04-06T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:39:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awak busuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_hwLEHoSkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hx_nDeZU4VM/s1600-h/awakbusuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186018306303740482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_hwLEHoSkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hx_nDeZU4VM/s320/awakbusuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-1139239818122841646?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1139239818122841646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=1139239818122841646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1139239818122841646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1139239818122841646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/awak-busuk.html' title='awak busuk'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_hwLEHoSkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hx_nDeZU4VM/s72-c/awakbusuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6495161417240282654</id><published>2008-04-06T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:14:10.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awak, CHILLI CRAB BAKED RICE SEDAP LA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6495161417240282654?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-5396145880562150717</id><published>2008-04-06T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T12:54:01.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello awak</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185978358812920258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_hL10HoScI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ac_ME1K5G6w/s320/IMG_9378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why i am fit to be called an enviromentalist. LOL. look at the no. of trees! LOL. hahahha. I was just opening the cupboard, and i saw this. Name of Your Dream Garden: Sherina. Hahahhaha! 'twas Sharina's idea. LOL. We won two movie tix for this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185978363107887570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_hL2EHoSdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8AYhNAhrRYE/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to Canon Powershot A700(left) and his little clone brother, Powershot A720 IS(right). Not much difference. A72o has got higher MP, Face detection and Image stabilizer. However, A720 does not have the Color Accent and some other special scenes that A700 has. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday, i didn't want to sleep, although i was SO tired. Hahaha. Hidah KNEW. I was webcamming (okay yeah i know, shut up) with her. And i fell asleep in front of my sister's laptop like five times! LOL. Hidah woke me up. LOL. Thank you for making sure that i did not sleep. Hahahha. HOWEVER, this bloody ass out of the blue added me into a fucken MASS conversation. I was so pissed. The whole comp went haywire thanks to that annoying git. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go fuck yourself, knnbccb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! So i had no choice but to switch off the laptop. Hence, i've got no one to wake me up if i fell asleep and i DID fell asleep. CIBAI. Luckily i woke up again, yeah! In the end i slept at 4 AM, then woke up at 5 AM to sms, then fall asleep again, and then woke up at 7 AM to realise that it was still early, tried to sleep but failed, in the end i got off the bed at 8 AM to watch the television. Hahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister called at around 11 AM to tell me to transfer the pictures. Little did i know that the course starts at 1.30 PM. I DID NOT KNOW. The reason why kakngah knew even if she did not attend the course must've been the fact that she KNOWS everything. I went out of the house at 12.10PM. Waited for the taxi. What the hell? I waited for like 20 minutes and there was NO VACANT TAXIS. I was like shit shit shit - ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i got one and the taxi i was in ALMOST *pinches finger* got into an accident. knn! He was driving, and then he stretched his arm, foot on the pedal, but both hands off the steering wheel. So the taxi by itself steered into another lane and there was an oncoming car. God bless that driver. He braked! &lt;em&gt;(and honked like mad, but who cares? he BRAKED!)&lt;/em&gt; My heart skipped a beat and then my heart got mad. I was speechless. I did not even curse. Hahahaha, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i reached Jurong Point, met my first sister. We fought. But whatever. She thought she was right, and i did not give in and let go of the fact that i did not know of the time. Then we took a cab and rushed to Plaza Singapura. We were late but at the same time 5 minutes early due to the fact that the instructor was late-r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course was fun! Hahahha. Okay, i did not recall telling you that the course was a scrapbooking one. Yes, GREAT ART IS GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185978363107887586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_hL2EHoSeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Osl8Ne5hK3U/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is the course. This was taken towards the end of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185978367402854898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_hL2UHoSfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RqlltCSGe_Q/s320/IMG_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right, Kelly(the instructor), the ugly bitch with the super fake smile (me), my first sister and the woman whose name i've forgotten (she reminds me of HANNAH! her laugh, the way she talk and her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185978367402854914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_hL2UHoSgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o32NfVOb6Tc/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My masterpiece. LOL. okay it's not quite done. The completed one has buttons on the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the course, we went to Swensen's to eat. Okay. Let me BITCH about Plaza Singapura's Swensens. The service sucks. Really. My second sister and her bf, Farhan, and myself got our food served. We usually wait for the last person to get his/her food served before we start eating. 30 minutes past and my first sister STILL have not gotten her Breaded Chicken served. For heaven's sake it was BREADED CHICKEN! If it was some fucken complicated dish, we won't mind! It was quite chaotic. My first sister was pissed like fucken pissed. And the customers on the left of our table was SUPER CBAI. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muke dah lah mcm knnbccb, jgn nk kaypoh2 lah cbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185979063187556882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_hMe0HoShI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-XfbwBYjoso/s320/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain dah tak sabar nk makan. And kakak's food is not yet served. FYI, that's the chilli crab baked rice thingy, nice!&lt;br /&gt;So the main dishes da settle, and the fucken situation repeats itself for the desserts. EEEE. Plaza Singapura's Swensens service is horrendous!&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the supposed all time favourite a slab of brownie with vanilla ice-cream on it(i cnt rmmbr the name!), it looked nice. However, i didn't finish it. I ate like a 1/4 to 1/2 of it only. The brownie was so dry la. &lt;em&gt;Sungguh tak menyelerakan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, even one of the waitress miang. Cbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to spotlight! Hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185979067482524194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_hMfEHoSiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oah9Dv116Kw/s320/IMG_9364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ain muker tk nk kalah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i've got BALLS! big ones too. rofl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-5396145880562150717?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/5396145880562150717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=5396145880562150717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5396145880562150717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/5396145880562150717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-awak.html' title='hello awak'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_hL10HoScI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ac_ME1K5G6w/s72-c/IMG_9378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-1982035321432017556</id><published>2008-04-04T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:51:13.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doh.</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry if i like rock songs too much.&lt;br /&gt;if it's bugging you, just shut up. I really dont care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-1982035321432017556?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1982035321432017556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=1982035321432017556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1982035321432017556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1982035321432017556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/doh.html' title='doh.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-3211142796749289593</id><published>2008-04-04T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:00:14.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_X2MUHoSaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5C61Myekwpo/s320/IMG_0685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185321237406566818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello :)&lt;br /&gt;This is what you have to go through when you're too lazy to delete off your msges. Hahahha! Come on, it took like 3 minutes for me to finish deleting 949 msges. Hahahahahha. Crazy. See, lazy lagi.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, i woke up at 5 AM in the morning. Sports carnival. Hahhaha. I went out and it was so fucken dark. I looks like it's 12 midnight or something. I was like damn! Hahahha, seriously speaking, i was spooked. So of course, i blast my mp3(4) to calm myself and keep myself awake. I bought sweets and m&amp;amp;m from the convenient store at the LRT station. I was sleepy. So when i bought the m&amp;amp;m, i was like WOAH, they DO SELL PEANUT BUTTER M&amp;amp;M. So i happily paid him and i realised an hour later that it was PEANUT, not PEANUT BUTTER. tsk! Well, back to the story. I took the lrt and it was AMAZINGLY quite empty. I got a seat but realised it was a wrong place to sit, as directly in front of me was this malay mat who was sleeping like a .... it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak senonoh&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, his mouth was agape and his head was lolling. Hahahhaha! I tried so hard not to laugh. LOL. So to avoid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena belasah &lt;/span&gt;i just shut my eyes and act like i'm sleeping. Hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;So when i reached BP interchange, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan semangatnya &lt;/span&gt;walk confidently, and then i realised there's NO bus. Hahahhaha. I was like shit wtf! And thennnn, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saviour&lt;/span&gt; came. It was Joanne. Hahhaha. In the end we took the bus at CCK int. 'Twas fucken packed with us adolescents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Carnival was okay. I would really prefer sports day though. However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_X2MkHoSbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HyIlzuIOtFk/s320/IMG_0720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185321241701534130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da! Yay to 4P3 Team 2 ! We won the netball tournament.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i thought we cannot even make it through the first round. I was half-willing to even compete. But we got through the first round, second, semi-final, final and then emerged as the champion. Hahhahaha. Well, honestly, i did quite a number of mistakes. I was quite confused and i AM blur(prolly you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all knew&lt;/span&gt; it). And the most embarrassing moment was when a group of people including me were chasing after the ball and i, miraculously, did not want them to get it. So i ran, got the ball, and then i fell. Hahhahaha. Siak. Hhahahaha. Okay wait, no tremors were felt okay? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha i'm proud of us. :) 4P3 is purple house's saviour. Purple house DID NOT win anything , but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4P3 &lt;/span&gt;got first runner up for Volleyball (go guys!) and 1st prize for netball :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the course day. Hmm, should i go there myself or meet my sister first? Nah. Go there myself better, i guess? :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we need 7 photographs each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck! I need to register myself for the free photography course by canon soon.&lt;br /&gt;2 months from the date of purchase.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Nevermind, still have a long period of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3211142796749289593?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3211142796749289593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=3211142796749289593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3211142796749289593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3211142796749289593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_X2MUHoSaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5C61Myekwpo/s72-c/IMG_0685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-3371534675511731910</id><published>2008-04-03T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:56:29.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you.</title><content type='html'>You know, i miss Najihah lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahaha. I miss you tau girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been friends for like 5 years this year. I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vulgar friend. Nyahahhahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been there for long, really. Although we may have our uncommon conflicts, i still love her like fcuk. Hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you, especially after chatting with you just now. Hahahah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the mystery of the 20 bucks is solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you really don't have to do that okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just kinda tired. Like seriously. Tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So history was dry. Really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional maths was duh fun, free period! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Malay was traumatic. Hahaha. I almost got myself into a Malay detention(eew). I didn't bring the RI paper. Cikgu Maimoon knew, but she seemed to forget. Mcm, "Saya nk jumpa awak lima eh, sakeenah, liyana, maliki, zahid, haziq eh" I was like eh AIN TKDE? hahahha. siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, merepek. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Period, Zhi Yi's group rocks la! LOL. fucken funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary Maths. So-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YMP/Timed practice was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fucken boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining, i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being emotional or sentimental or whatever, but i love the rain. The weather's been scorching hot nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE THE EARTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahaha. Ain enviromentalist tk jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, i'll be waking up(hopefully) at 5 AM. Damn, early kn. In the ugly pinkish purple house-t. Hahahahha. We bPians have to waste our precious time in CCAB. Merepek la. Sports Carnival. I WANT SPORTS DAY LA BODOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knnccb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I'm feeling a little bit fucked up now. No, not about the Sports Carnival. Something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184955185933863314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_SpRUHoSZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Zpo0THv0u8s/s320/IMG_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if im that tactless, i'll press the send button, and &lt;em&gt;dedicate&lt;/em&gt; this to someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But ofcourse. I'm nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-3371534675511731910?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3371534675511731910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=3371534675511731910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3371534675511731910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/3371534675511731910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-you.html' title='i love you.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_SpRUHoSZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Zpo0THv0u8s/s72-c/IMG_0293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2105536542333668804</id><published>2008-04-02T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:26:37.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my only one.</title><content type='html'>I really love this song.&lt;br /&gt;Dig it people, dig :)&lt;br /&gt;It's an old song, but who cares? It's so much better than, "i got it from my mama, i got it from my mama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;My Only One by Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh please don't go, I need you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll please you, not mislead you&lt;br /&gt;If you would be my only one.&lt;br /&gt;Together we move slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you lonely&lt;br /&gt;If you would be my only one.&lt;br /&gt;If you believe we were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;If you believe we were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;What hapened to forever?&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to make things better&lt;br /&gt;If you would be my only one.&lt;br /&gt;Now six days since we've spoken.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fix you when you're broken&lt;br /&gt;If you would be my only one.&lt;br /&gt;If you believe we were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;If you believe we were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;If you love me too,&lt;br /&gt;can I call you my only one?&lt;br /&gt;If you say no, I won't let go&lt;br /&gt;My only one.&lt;br /&gt;If you believe we were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;If you believe we were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2105536542333668804?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2105536542333668804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2105536542333668804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2105536542333668804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2105536542333668804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-only-one.html' title='my only one.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-4752555233749152039</id><published>2008-04-02T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:24:17.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>i've updated the events, added jukebox, copyright statement, notes to readers.&lt;br /&gt;more to come.&lt;br /&gt;- links&lt;br /&gt;- wishlist (maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. What was that about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't them, then who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-4752555233749152039?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/4752555233749152039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=4752555233749152039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4752555233749152039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4752555233749152039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-4030667416641363806</id><published>2008-04-01T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:29:14.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit! lagi satu!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. I'll be going on a course on saturday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. yeah. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Art. But damn, it's been long since i did something arty.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the names, old woman and some shitty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak awak awak awak awak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-4030667416641363806?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/4030667416641363806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=4030667416641363806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4030667416641363806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4030667416641363806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/shit-lagi-satu.html' title='shit! lagi satu!'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-4251592227723929638</id><published>2008-04-01T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:25:13.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i update again. aku kn greedy pig.</title><content type='html'>hahahhahaha. stop asking me about who's X, Y &amp;amp; Z.&lt;br /&gt;it has got nothing to do with me..&lt;br /&gt;okay i lied.&lt;br /&gt;it HAS GOT something to do with me. but i'm not telling.&lt;br /&gt;it's for me to know, and for you to dig. OKAY DIG DIG DIG. hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse, you have to remember that Ain is nice. she's the nicest mean girl on earth.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. just think. Okay. YES. i do. I DO I DO. my mood is like the mad bitch on earth.&lt;br /&gt;WOW. i said on earth twice, kay no, thrice. Just dont piss me off to often now. Hahahha ofcourse it depends on who. Lemme see, if it's some dumbass mofo, i'll be pissed. if it's someone i adore veh much, i'll still love you. Hahhahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, i know you'll not read this but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you Zhi Yi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for running back to run with me for the 2.4 . Really, w/o you, i may not have passed. Yes. i'm THAT pathetic. I'm not independent. Yes yes yes yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to you! Okay not you Junyuan. But YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Im not supposed to blog. I hate blogging. It's just addictive at &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; certain point of time, and then, the momentum just &lt;em&gt;*spooofs*&lt;/em&gt;. I'm a lazy blogger. Well i do envy people like Sakeenah and Najihah who really can blog often. Unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: World is experiencing Rice Crisis. Vietnam. Oh the bad bugs are munching on our rice. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21122012? Im still scared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Albert Einstein was right?&lt;br /&gt;What if it is true that humanity will be experiencing the second ice age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, wars. Why can't we just share the world?&lt;br /&gt;Why must there be wars?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, isn't your country BIG enough?&lt;br /&gt;And stop killing earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the world before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;Save the polar bears. Save the penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a chance to explore earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, i don't want to be a retiree anymore (wow *claps hands*)&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the National Geographic person.&lt;br /&gt;I know, i dream big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to see the world before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-4251592227723929638?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/4251592227723929638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=4251592227723929638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4251592227723929638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/4251592227723929638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-update-again-aku-kn-greedy-pig.html' title='i update again. aku kn greedy pig.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-1808636449948265914</id><published>2008-04-01T17:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:03:14.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause she had a bad (hair)day, on april's fool day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184229555504171330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_IVUEHoSUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dKDPfB4zHG8/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Original Song by Nur A'in binte Abd. Razak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be sung following Bad Day by Daniel Powter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad (hair) Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lyrics: Nur A'in binte Abd Razak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song: Daniel Powter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the clips when i need it the most,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cut off your hair and the neatness is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me my fuck-hair is okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me put my worries far away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have gone to the salon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she had a bad (hair)day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is coming down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You comb it ten times it's still not fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you don't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's really fine youre so damn blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad (hair)day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirrors dont lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is so okay so you really dont mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but) i had a bad (hair) day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a bad (hair) day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;i took half an hour to come out with that! HAHAHAH!.&lt;br /&gt;really. i had a bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;and it's April's Fool. I AM APRIL'S FOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloodyfuck.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had a fight. Sakeenah knew how screwed i felt. (kte same2 kn). Then i fell asleep with my handphone in my hand. At 1:40:03 AM, someone smsed me. The feeling was horrible. Seriously horrible. I was like "Shit, what did i do!?". A minute more, i would just burst. Like damn burst into tears/flames whatever. And then, *buzzbuzz buzzbuzz* (handphone vibrated) :"April fooool! Hehe." I was like bloody hell. Damn damn. That was my second april fool shit. The first one happened yesterday, when i was walking home with Kiat Ni. She was looked anxious and nervous, and kept turning back. I was like "Why?" She said "I think someone following us...." She sounded fucking serious la! "Eh Kiat Ni, you serious? I can't see anyone". "HA!HA! APRIL FOOL!" I kicked her ass, not literally. Hahaha. My 3rd April's fool shit was during Malay. Liyana: "Ain, there's a cockroach beside you" Haha. And i stood up, scared shit. "Ha! April fool!" Again. I hope there's like no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain is a good girl, she didn't prank anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait, i did. On Sakeenah. Wasn't serious, daaaahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair yesterday. Yes. Yes. Yes. It was a totally random thing. I met my sister at Greenridge and then just said that i need to cut my hair. SHIT! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell anyone. The first person to know was Sakeenah, i smsed her this morning before school. Haha. I came to school and like i feel out of place. Really. First period was PE. Free period, i didn't know. So i just grabbed the chance to visit the toilet like TWICE, to comb and minimize my sucky hair. Damn. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, i went to Starbucks with Sakeenah. Haha, it was fun :) Thanks yeah. On the way, I was still describing my "wedding preparation" hahaha the fantasy i have; my wedding with Taufik B. Haha. It was merepek la, hospital and prison. Hahahhahaha! We were laughing like hell in Starbucks. Hey, i just realised, why did we laugh so hard? Hahhahahaha. And we walked and walked. I've no idea how suddenly we came to me getting attached to Haziq. Hahahahha, SERIOUSLY. hahahhahahha! ofcourse, i will NOT get attached to HIM. Hahahhahahha! And then we were laughing and laughing and we walked into Popular and i accidentally said something SO LOUD, and then oops, the damn popular was SO quiet. Hahahhaha! Memalukan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakeenah, no, TAKDER. Hahahhaha! I had fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home. Victimized Junyuan to layan kan my webcamming addict. Hahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_IYkEHoSYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jwn340ytLzQ/s1600-h/weird-haor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184233128916961666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_IYkEHoSYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jwn340ytLzQ/s320/weird-haor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least SOMEONE(junyuan duh) was being HONEST. LOL. Click click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I miss my old hair. It seems like it was only yesterday i had nice hair.&lt;br /&gt;Duh ain, it was YESTERDAY, but someone was so stupid to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Sakeenah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaKaK: Jaybond! Gambars kakak yang tak glamor tu jgn lah letak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Kte glamour selalu even if we dont look glamour. Nyahhahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naJj: and just who is this EHEM fella that you fOrget to msg ? I think we meet up then we talk better loh. if we chat in msn, either i busy with stuff or you busy with stuff. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Yes MEET MEET!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naJj: kejap, nak maki. KANINA CIBAI! YOU GOT LIKE DONT KNOW HOW MANY POST THEN WANNA TELL ME YOUR BLOG! YOU AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VERY BAD LEH! ok dah, heh heh. I miss like **** sial, can we pls meet?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;fuck la naj! i miss you too sial! hahahhahahha! SORRY LA BEBEH! Garang siak ni perempuan. I wanna meet you la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharina: oh oh, and you lovestruck ar? Haha, with Taufik B? Hahaha, ouh... Eh, you cheated for EM and Eng.? Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Taufik B is my future husband. We're preparing for OUR BIG DAY! Kite tk cheat, kite pakai ans orang lain je.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharina: SIAO AR. Haha, yes, we just seem to get the wackiest teachers. Wow, and that's a lot of pictures. Plus, your canon cam rocks! (batu-batu, haha)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;"Y-Y-Your h-head ah!" nyahahahhahahha! CANON BATU-BATU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-1808636449948265914?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1808636449948265914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=1808636449948265914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1808636449948265914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/1808636449948265914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/cause-she-had-bad-hairday-on-aprils.html' title='cause she had a bad (hair)day, on april&apos;s fool day.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R_IVUEHoSUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dKDPfB4zHG8/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-986733542162328525</id><published>2008-03-30T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:03:46.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovestruck.</title><content type='html'>the title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM.&lt;br /&gt;super.&lt;br /&gt;in.&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;with.&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaha, okay. jgn step tahu. HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, chatting with Nabilah was great.&lt;br /&gt;yah. fun.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TIME BUAT LAGI KAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau ikan bully kau aku carik dier pat pond pastu aku spray pesticide pat dier kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, webcamming with nabilah, i think she saw my lovestruck face.&lt;br /&gt;consider yourself lucky kay darling?&lt;br /&gt;nyahahhahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-986733542162328525?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/986733542162328525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=986733542162328525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/986733542162328525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/986733542162328525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/03/lovestruck.html' title='lovestruck.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-2782623837923609554</id><published>2008-03-30T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:48:53.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-8130HoSQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xFfDyHNFMF4/s320/IMG_0645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183420929126451458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fools.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was supposed to msg someone once he finished with something. But in the end, i slept. I'm so sorry! Dammit. I feel very guilty. Very very guilty. Ain ain. Hahahha. So i woke up at around 6.50AM saw his sms and i was like OH GOD, I SLEPT! Twice it happened. Shit. Shit Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i woke up at around 7.15 AM to go to madrasah. My eyes were half open. I was pissed. Duhh, go madrasah. I was late, as usual. If i'm not wrong, for 45 minutes today. Reached madrasah, just tried to stay awake. I did pay attention. The thing is, i listened but 10 seconds later i can't recall what my ustazah said. Uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way home, sakeenah smsed. Hahahahahhaa. We smsed like until i reached home. We were talking about jemputan and then suddenly it went to Taufik Batisah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain: "Oh ingat kan Taufik Batisah and Nur A'in binte Abd Razak kahwin"&lt;br /&gt;Nan: "Hahahaha ye la ye laa one day... kalau dh jodoh smth smth i forgot the quote"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it goes to&lt;br /&gt;Ain: "Kalau dah ditakdirkan i want to marry him now la. Eh masih 16 kn?"&lt;br /&gt;Nan: "Kalau dh jodoh tkkn ke mana? haha kay. kahwin skrg kau giler pe! mentang2 taufik batisah... hahaha."&lt;br /&gt;Ain: "Ye la. Jgn tgu lama2 nanti lama2 dia diambil org"&lt;br /&gt;Nan: "Tkde org lain nk taufik laa. Confirm nyer."&lt;br /&gt;Ain: "Ain nk!"&lt;br /&gt;Nan: "Ain sorang je. Hahaha. ape la ain bnyk2 org handsome..."&lt;br /&gt;Ain: "Haha taufik always b my lelaki idaman. Muahaha"&lt;br /&gt;Nan: "Hahaha! WHYYY???"&lt;br /&gt;Ain: "Bcause he "..stole my heart and write me a ransom letter.." "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahha! so you can imagine how i was laughing to myself. that's quite exact (as in how we typed) especially Sakeenah's because the first part of the conversation, i've already deleted the sent items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha. so when i reached home. I used the laptop. Hahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-814EHoSRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PY7M0YLj2Wc/s320/IMG_0648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183420933421418770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain tahu ain cool. Muahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-814EHoSSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QC355VNcMcg/s320/IMG_0659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183420933421418786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chey chey. Hahahha. Ain ain. Tt's my new powershot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-814UHoSTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/oycrl2KvVs4/s320/IMG_0663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183420937716386098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally LOVE this picture. You see batu means rock in malay. Plural form of batu is batu-batu. So this means, AIN ROCKS! hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i thought i was the only one crazy. Then i tried to show my webcam to Nabilah. and she has one too. And coincidentally, my mum fried fish! Nyahahhaha. Ikan goreng. So lookie! Ain ate the ikan goreng and then ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-813kHoSPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/K8wkgt_EEZ0/s1600-h/ikan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-813kHoSPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/K8wkgt_EEZ0/s320/ikan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183420924831484146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha! fish is a sensitive topic for nabilah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-2782623837923609554?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2782623837923609554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=2782623837923609554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2782623837923609554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/2782623837923609554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/03/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-8130HoSQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xFfDyHNFMF4/s72-c/IMG_0645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-619897576031885677</id><published>2008-03-29T16:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:22:56.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my first sister, kak Aisyah, and myself went to Science Cente. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;'twas great.&lt;br /&gt;little did i know that science centre has changed tremendously. we were quite excited.&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't even managed to cover 1/4 of science centre.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, ain't we?&lt;br /&gt;Wait, let's start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was E-learning day. NO SCHOOL BABY! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7.40AM saw many bPians online. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated for Emaths and English, thanks to firdaus. Hahaha, rock on.&lt;br /&gt;'Twas fine till afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite moody. Really. I guess no one really understand the reason. Maybe someone did. Only one. I was quite pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Then kak Aisyah came over (she's my sister's colleague). She'll be driving.&lt;br /&gt;And the first part of the journey, i was quite quiet.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the Post Office first, the one at Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;They went, i stayed in the car, brooding. I was still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-38C0HoSII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Wb_upE9xdOE/s320/IMG_0529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183075871453890690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, fuck face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to this jurong place. The one near Entertainment Centre.&lt;br /&gt;We went there for some banking madness. Yes MADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;By then, my mood was fine, thank god. But a twinge of anger can still be felt when i looked at the blank screen of my handphone. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come SCIENCE CENTRE! nyahahahaha. great. it was great.&lt;br /&gt;So first, we went to the Shocker Seat. Nyahahhahaha. I tried, Sis tried, Kak Aisyah didn't. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We went to iSpace. 'twas cool. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-4BeEHoSJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UBd7hcbo_e8/s320/IMG_0548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183081837163464850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm my father's son. (that freaking emabarassing slip of the tongue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after exploring less than 1/4 of science centre, we had to rush to the Omnitheatre. We watched Mummies: Secret of the Pharaoh . Kak Aisyah slept the whole duration on the movie. Hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i love the jamban(loo). nyahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-4G0UHoSKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tjN86S1wd-k/s320/IMG_0568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183087716973693090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahha. sis, kak aisyah, me. kte budak gilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-4G0kHoSLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vNuvt83CrQw/s320/IMG_0572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183087721268660402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely irritating ugly eyebags. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-4G0kHoSMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/b-cA8iPlIcw/s320/IMG_0577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183087721268660418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, ain tk senonoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-4G00HoSNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rJnQvHZAaPs/s320/IMG_0581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183087725563627730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. my boyfriend (hahahaha, jk darl)&lt;br /&gt;'twas my first ROYAL kiss. nyahahahhahaha :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kteorg giler la!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was raining. hahahhaha. Floor was slippery. I was sliding all the time.&lt;br /&gt;And I SPUN!&lt;br /&gt;nyahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. we were crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ate, then kak aisyah sent my sis and i to jurong pt, she went home, and then my sis and i went home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-4KLUHoSOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TMAjyDta5hg/s320/IMG_0604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183091410645567714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;haven't i told you that i love canon powershot so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-619897576031885677?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/619897576031885677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=619897576031885677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/619897576031885677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/619897576031885677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello_29.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBiESEIEA2k/R-38C0HoSII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Wb_upE9xdOE/s72-c/IMG_0529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-552462248657738600</id><published>2008-03-28T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:33:07.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>There's no school today.&lt;br /&gt;It's E-Learning day! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to Science Centre later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-552462248657738600?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/552462248657738600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=552462248657738600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/552462248657738600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/552462248657738600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello_28.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-6930005779882605819</id><published>2008-03-26T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:13:32.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn.</title><content type='html'>OH LOOKIE. AIN IS JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahhahahha! bloodyhell. Sharina's blog is like SOO updated.&lt;br /&gt;Mine is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The best part was Lit, i couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"If one supports the other, another loses support"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha! cam sial.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I had to draw the old woman.&lt;br /&gt;UGLY. hahahaha. i did snap a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharina, aku malas nk update.&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go to hell ah"(Mr NYH)&lt;br /&gt;"Go to the big drain and jump down"(Mr NYH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is lame, so, "Let me talk to the projector instead".(Mr Jovin)&lt;br /&gt;"No-anne"(Mr NYH) "Aini"(Mr Chin) "I-in I-out"(Ms Grace Chong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Ain declares that teachers are kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;Class what is a dot diagram?&lt;br /&gt;"A dot diagram is a diagram with dots"(Ms Janice Ng, 2005)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-6930005779882605819?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6930005779882605819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=6930005779882605819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6930005779882605819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/6930005779882605819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/03/damn.html' title='damn.'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110318015015051923.post-7356859541403059628</id><published>2008-03-22T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:11:25.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello :)</title><content type='html'>hello, you've just fallen into a deep dark scary pit.&lt;br /&gt;now go before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr, fine. welcome to my blog (tsk.)&lt;br /&gt;my sooo tak cool blog.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;righhhhhhhhht...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's start..&lt;br /&gt;my name is Nur A'in. i'm sixteen in 2oo8.&lt;br /&gt;(btw my bday this yr will b dated 2oo82oo8 isn't it beautiful? rofl)&lt;br /&gt;i'm SOOO leaving bpghs this yr! woots woots.&lt;br /&gt;do wish me luck for my exams yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im into the arts but surprisingly i didn't take art as an O'level subject. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be an extra burden. and i dont intend continuing my studies in la salle or nafa.&lt;br /&gt;i would want to be in First Media School Singapore, but to think again, arts is just like my passion/past-time favourite. not something i really want to be SERIOUS in. art is supposed to be fun. besides most of the time, your artpiece will only be appreciated if you die tragically. that's sad, but it's a fact. i might also have to "give away" some of my precious body parts to sadists. i give you all my fats cn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love photography, design, mixed media, digital and traditional art yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shittypoop.deviantart.com"&gt;CLICK ME CLICK ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont love my school ): , awwh.&lt;br /&gt;hate is a strong word but i really really really don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have great friends, i think.&lt;br /&gt;from school: Sharina, Liyana, Sakeenah, Jun Yuan, Kiat Ni (those not listed, don't emo. nyahaha i love my sec 2 classmates la)&lt;br /&gt;from here and there: Najihah, Hidah, Nurafidah, Fattanah, Safura, Maizurah and Mi :)&lt;br /&gt;there's more but these people were in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my family too :D&lt;br /&gt;they're great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110318015015051923-7356859541403059628?l=screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7356859541403059628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110318015015051923&amp;postID=7356859541403059628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7356859541403059628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110318015015051923/posts/default/7356859541403059628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamofmonstrosity.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello.html' title='hello :)'/><author><name>Nur A'in</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
